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And One More for The Weekend
Again as always all comments are welcomed...
The Man
Beside the road at the edge of town
On a dusty summers day
A traveler sat in the shade of a tree
To rest along the way
His clothes were torn and tattered
With dust from a thousand trails
The face shaded beneath an old hat
Was weathered, tired and quite frail
The knapsack he carried had seen better days
Long before it came to this host
But it carried all his worldly goods
Those things he cherished most
And when he was tired and couldn’t go on
His treasures would bring him peace
He would sit and reflect on memories past
And sometimes he would grieve
He reached to the bottom of his sack of life
And pulled out a ribbon of green
It had once belonged to a girl with blue eyes
That he treated as if she were a Queen
He lost her one night when the cold wind blew
But her memory always remained
Forever locked in minds eye
Beautiful, laughing and true
The sun has eased itself from the sky
To rest from the toil of the day
The old man still sits in the dark of the tree
His face is relaxed, almost gay
Clutched tight in his hand is the ribbon of green
Whose presents had brought him such peace
And the memories once locked in his heart
Are free now his grieving is ceased
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