| The Empty Room Shadows darkening from corners of this room, The sun sings her evening lullaby, I await friends that never come, The walls echo the laughter of children Playing in days past Now silent in the harmony of the rising moon, Have we no time, Have we nothing more to share, Have we lost our sense of things in common we so Love to bestow upon the eyes of one another Within this cold, empty room, This room would not be so if we would gather, Warmth of chat and laughter To bring the fire of friendship, Warming the hearts of all, The Poet � October, 99 Kenneth R. Beck |
| The Empty Room |
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| Music By: Kenneth R. Beck |