As your words fell flat, I picked them up & I nailed them Or with glue attached them thus: To a piece of papyrus; deadwood. As the stack grew higher, Piled up towards the heavens, I chose a few for safekeeping, To get me by when times got rough. Now with the bells tolling, the Time is right to say the things I Never minded then; back when the Storm raged in full. I will bind you; line your legacy for a Future you; a future me to watch, A ghost among many ghosts To haunt me
