An Emerald Eye
A rugged face, generations old
This old heart once fiery and bold
An age ago passion burned within him
A spirit and pride never to be broken
His life devoted to frugal comfort and
His passion, devoted to the things of the soul
Nowdays standing along his old streets
Amongst shadows where old ghosts meet
Not many faces turn, no need, these days,
Just a blind eye for his dying ways
Copyright © Owen Hannon | Year Posted 2009
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