Past Glory
You live today,
Still,
On
Past glory.
Like an old man, in a cafe,
Wrapped, capped, wizened
– and lonely,
You pay for your bill
By telling old stories
Again
And
Again,
Tipping by doffing.
Copyright © Carl Nel | Year Posted 2012
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