Voices Do We Listen

for those who have walked this way before us footsteps quiet seeped in distant memories, now from some long forgotten way, a season when these elder ones laughed and danced with bright eyes now dimmed, and thus begins the eventual descent that no one wants to feel. we can't believe it's real though certain shadows close beside, share lessons dared if we, but listen to those whispers now pounding hard and pressed against this day. those silent words alive again standing near, brought to tears by those who wouldn't by those who couldn't, anyway...