Poem - History Lesson by Redeve

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- History Lesson

History Lesson
by Redeve

Whispers
I can't believe your still here
Lounging in that uncomfortable chair
Waiting beckoning for me to come closer
Why would I listen to this dying man?
Why would I listen when I could be out living making my own terrible mistakes?
Just as he has
I sit and half listen to his rants
Which smell like tobacco and medicine
I'm what lets history repeat itself
Come here come a little closer
Don't make the mistakes I have
And my ignorant grandchild sits doing what I have done
I laugh
He thinks I'm mad
But I'm only laughing at our misfortune.

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