Category : Poems

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 a Man

I saw a man standing haggard and worn,
His clothes draping his meager frame ripped and torn. 
His hands shaking against Mother Nature’s cruel north winds.
Standing afar I watched him for an unknown time. 

As if by magic I blinked and he was gone, 
Or had he ever really been there?
But I saw a man haggard and worn, standing against the cruel world. 

Hands weary and shaken, 
Weary and tired I saw a man standing by a fire… 
Was he ever really there, or had he become a symbol of how man’s complacent? 

Yes, I was sure as I am alive I saw a man by the fire…