[OC] Untitled poem of mine

When the words barely whisper

And the songs known forgotten

When the seldom well wished

And a stone throw's the bottom

When the once well trodden

Is soiled down and sodden

Accept the well wishes of ones who once wished

And song without a singer like food without dish

And sing those well wishes to your brother on a lake

Stoning throws, hitting water, showing off for the sake