Man of Sorrow
Known by different names
An innocent was he
The world weighted heavy
Tried to balance it
On his broad shoulders
Like an explorer
He lived in his own
World of sadness
He studied it like a student
Under a magnifying glass
He discovered its’ secrets
He was an expert
On the subject
It hung around him
Like smoke
Began near the floor
Crept along the baseboards
Filled the room
Choked the breath
Yet sometimes he would
Flash a shy smile
Show his dimple
To his Mother’s delight
In an instant Like a blanket
Tossed and spread
Sadness returned
Buried him before
He was dead
When seen on the road
He was more down cast
Than his own shadow
Man of sorrow
He tried to “take it like a man”
(His Father’s words)
But he was sucked
Beneath the waves
An undertow
It seemed the clock was broken
The hour came too soon
No one can say for sure
What happened next
He went away
Off the path
More than
He could endure
Died of sadness
An extreme case
Lonely man indeed
Note: Sorting through pictures, so reminded me of happier days. It is hard to believe the “big bear” no longer walks among us.
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