While legend and tales fold
Men grew old and frail
Season come and times forgotten
Was a keeper who held each story
Pain and happiness linger
A memory held dearly
Of rainbows, flowers, and snow
Was a keeper who held each day's account
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On the man's desk the keeper lie
Ink, a book, and a feather for writing each tale
A story for days when our memory no longer remember
The patches of forgotten stories becomes our ally
In the poet house are keepers
Keepers of forgotten stories
A uniter of the past and present
That our history would be something to remember