A cup of earl grey tea

The old man sat next to his old fig tree,
drinking a cup of earl grey tea.
- "Sit down my only son" -, the old man said,
and the son sat next to his father.

- " What do you see son "-, the old man asked.
The son replied -" A familiar gast "-.
The old man sat carefully thinking,
- " They forgot their only promise "-.

The old man threw his mighty staff to the ground,
and called his ever faithful hound.
He whispered gently in his ear,
- " You know what has finally begun "-.

A howl shook each corner of the earth,
to sound the holy mothers virgin birth.
And the old man sat next to his old fig tree,
drinking a cup of earl grey tea.

Let me guess. It's not a cure for cancer?

a reply to: LostThePlot

do not think there will ever be a cure for cancer, but, hope is always left in Pandoras box.

originally posted by: PanPiper
a reply to: LostThePlot

do not think there will ever be a cure for cancer, but, hope is always left in Pandoras box.

It seems "do not think" is your mantra.

a reply to: LostThePlot

still learning