i saw an old forgotten man on an old forgotten road that walks a straight line along the crooked world. looking for his life misplaced in a shallow muddy long ago.
staggering and numb under the glare of the sun his eyes so dull and grey which slide left to right, right to left seeking a hiding place. then he pulls out forgotten dignity from under his coat and a transient spark lights his face and in my honor i am found.
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poetry
Poetrythe poem to the girls isn't mine i found it but the rest are of my own
