I am older then the oldest of cave paintings
I am the first way information was passed
I am still the most personal way to communicate
Technology will never fully rival my abilities
I am the vessel in which stories and news of old
Traveled from village to village, town to town
Country to country and century to century
Down throughout the ages to the present day
I am louder then the loudest drum or
Softer then the wind through the leaves
I can bring you up in a matter of minutes
Or drag you down in a few seconds time
From the right person or people
I can be the sweetest thing you will ever hear
I am there right as you were born and I am
Right there at your funeral on your way out
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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