He
He was bleak and unpretentious as he mingled in the crowd...
But he walked with his shoulders squared and he always looked so proud.
He was beaten and wrinkled and thin by the blast of time...
But he had been on his own since he was nine.
His smile was contagious and his laughter was always loud...
But his quick wit made him proud.
Life had been hard, there is no denying that...
And he walked wit a cane and always wore an old baseball hat.
He shared his memories every now and then...
And every Wednesday he had lunch with all the old men.
He used to sit and rock when the day was warm...
And he used to stand in front of a mirror to work on his form.
He was old and gray...
And he died today.
TK<><
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