An Old Man Weathered and Worn
This old man weathered and worn
Stands by the grave broken and torn.
Tears of sympathy, tears of pain,
Roll down his cheek with fury of blame.
His wife's memories have been trashed and her destiny has been claimed
Her life was taken by a drunk driver who must not be named.
For he got off free with nothing to show
Except for the knowledge that he will know.
He left this old man alone to mourn
He left an old man weathered and worn.
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