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.
annellannell 
This is very sad. I can really feel, from this poem, how much you miss your friend.
Thank you Mary. Yes, I know that you know…and still there are things that bring a smile to my face, so glad I knew him. He enriched my life. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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A sad man….yet you made me see his shy smile and dimple. The photo is stunning, too. I like that he was called “the big bear”.
Thanks so much for your comment. He was a unique man, one of a kind and he was kind. Just full of all kinds of things. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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ugh…take it like a man…i hate those words…and it is so sad how the sorrow creeps into the world all around him…coloring everything…the saddest though is his studying and understanding it…
Thanks so much for your comments. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Wow. You really have the words. Want the dates on your Houston show when you get that going .DA
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Maggie asked me you locate pics I had of him. Don’t like to through old pics. There is sadness in the past. But at last I did, and I was reminded of him. He lived here in Taos for about five years.
Yes, I will. Mark told me they didn’t schedule the show until about a year before. They have next year scheduled, but it will be in 2015. I’ll let you know.
Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Sometimes awareness brings sadness, a knowledge that lodges itself within and can not be moved. One has to wonder if his sadness was something he chose or a level of awareness few of us allow ourselves to experience. Beautiful tribute Annell and I love the smile and the dimple.
Elizabeth
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I think you could say that about him…perhaps each thing you said was true. Thanks for your comment.
Simply a perfect poem, with a great photo too. Sadness does like to hang around to the point it’s the person new skin.
Awww Annell this breaks my heart, its beautiful though
Beautifully penned poem about your friend, Annell. People often live their whole lives in a state of depression.
Pamela
Very thought provoking indeed. It’s depressing works like this that are always my favorite, and this is no exception.
A beautiful tribute to a lost friend Annell – tis sad how loneliness is often a companion of depression.
Anna