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To Himself

Head down. No smile graces his face
    feet shuffle along. hands in pockets
  'Huh? Dja say something to me?' ... 

  Sits down to dinner. Head down. Eats.
    no 'Hi' to others; no 'Hi' from others to him
  Gets up. Mouths 'Thank you.' Hurries away...

  Nervous, arrives at work. Does his job. Nods his head
    instead of saying 'Good morning' to others. 
  At break leaves the building. Head down. To himself...
 
  This is not him. It is someone else. Perhaps ...
     The real 'he' has crawled under a shell
  How to reach him? How to crack that shell?... 

    O God in Heaven. Do not forsake him!

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Michael Tor

Date: 8/5/2023 3:14:00 PM

There are some like that Gershon. The world causes personaltiy disorders like this... A cruel world we live in causes some to avoid the pain others cause by staying away and keeping to oneself. Thanks for sharing my friend...

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 8/3/2023 1:33:00 PM

A powerful write/story. I thought you were going to say, he was on his cell phone. The cell phones have taken over life/living for most. Have a blessed day.............

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/3/2023 7:26:00 PM

What's a cell phone?! ~ Untaken

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 8/3/2023 6:09:00 AM

God will not forsake him. This guy needs prayer. Well done, Gershon.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/3/2023 7:26:00 PM

He needs to pray himself too

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 8/2/2023 10:30:00 PM

This is so very sad. There are too many people in this situation. The world must seem a ruthless place to live if you are in this state of mind through no fault of your own.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/3/2023 7:43:00 PM

The world is a ruthless place. Babe Ruth died in 1948, I think.