Where are you?


 
Where are you?

Where are the men of old?

Of whom I was told

The king and queens

And castles and gold

The gloriously expected chills

Of the winters cold

In times of burning heat

And hells shattered stones

In times when women and men

Of strength in hiding fold

Where are those

I was told were the bold

Where are you?

The one I’d wished to hold.

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