A Veil of Wounded Pride
In every thing he found a joke
at every one he took a poke
While himself hid deep inside
a fragile veil of wounded pride
One day the veil, ripped clean from under
his heart, rent in two asunder
Left behind 'cross dusty floor
to haunt and hunt ~ Why? Wherefore?
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