<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Piper (#2)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I'm confused and wandering<br>On a journey with no end<br>My feelings they turn in on me<br>Uncertain who's my friend<br>It's then the piper plays his tune<br>That beckons every day<br>And when his tuned is full played out<br>He carries us away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can all hear if we but try<br>The pipers song so sweet<br>The musings and meanderings<br>Of souls lost whole comlete<br>No piper plays before we are born<br>Before we touch this earth<br>The pipers tunes they all begin<br>From the moment of our birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For shrill the piper plays his tune<br>Like happiness diseased<br>And all the notes that he plays out<br>Are our moments ill at ease</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No-one it seems pays him to pay<br>Nor gives him any score<br>For every note that he blows out<br>Is paid for by that war<br>The one that's fought in solitude<br>And in that loneliness we find<br>That the pipers very soul turns out<br>To be both yours and mine.<br> <br>For shrill the piper plays his tune<br>That beckons every day<br>And when his tune is full played out<br>He carries us away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Keig">David Keig</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364378" data-title="The Piper (#2) de David Keig" data-description="When I'm confused and wandering On a journey with no end My feelings they turn in on me Uncertain who's my friend It's then the piper plays his tune That beckons every day And when his tuned is full played out He carries us away. We can all hear ..."></div> </div> </div>

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