The Miserable Man
The Miserable Man
His head hanging down,
His face wearing a permanent frown.
Some regard him as a pathetic clown.
Life must have fed him a bitter pill,
For he only speaks of ill.
It seems as if he has been dealt a rotten hand,
His face has been kicked full of sand.
Empty is his soul,
His heart has hardened like a chunk of coal.
Stephen Forcier
copyright -8/7/07
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