Sun, 10/13/2019 - 18:55 -- leea123

I once knew a old man named Oden

he told stories galor about his time in the war

and always held everyones attention

he passed on his unending wisdom

even though some did not listen 

he took care of the town in the ways of the spirit

All while facing the wrongs he commited 

until one day his soul was lost to the land where warriors go.

Although his knowledge and stories remain

to be told again by the next man

who has faced the trails of life,

who is willing to pass on that wisdom to the young and the old

and become the next Oden to us all.







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