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Post by CASPER on Jan 15, 2011 11:37:03 GMT -5
There is an old man on the corner, right there, just in the place I once stood. I see him in the store glass reflection. I know he was not there yesterday & some how I'm sure it's not a place he wants to be. He is a stranger to me & yet I know those eyes.. With out a word, I know some small part of his story..
Once upon a time.. This old man on the Conner, this old man I now see in the store fronts reflection,
Once upon a time.. Once his eyes had better vision, his limbs had greater reach & the strength to hold a world he loved. Once upon a time, this old man on the corner, his dreams seemed far more real, in that not so long ago that he once knew.
That old man on the corner.. Where did he come from ? Will he ever know a better joy ?
I look in his eyes & I feel part of his past. I look in his eyes & I hope for him a happy ending.
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