The Night Chords

The truth struck a chord. The wine it was poured, and the pain with the fear walked away.

The night air was cool for the beauty and fool with their guests sang and danced all the way.

And Love conquers all, but when motors do stall, then who is it the fiddler does pay?

Lessons are learned to all those concerned and the fool lost his nerve; feet of clay.

There’s a moral you know and there’s choices that go and it depends if you listen or say.

The listener got bored and their faith was restored and the night once again turned to day.

Dennis Mantin

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