He Went There
by Steve Mitchell
Once, on a cold day, an old man, in gold rags leftover from his bold days of youth and yore, asked me to hold still and told me he’d not scold me as he sold me on a story writ on paper pulled from the fold of his sleeve and smelling of mold, then he read these words to me:
Never gonna give you up,
never gonna let you down.
Never gonna run around and desert you…