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[title] => The Wolf
[time] => 2004-09-21 12:18:03
[hometext] => A friend from the streets!
[bodytext] => Like a wolf he scoured Perths lonely streets and alleyways at night On the walls he cast a shadow in the oh so eerir light Now and then he stopped and softly spoke to others of the street Shared a smoke and listened to their stories bitter sweet He never lingered in one place the urge to move was strong He'd wave farewell and stride into the shadows and was gone These inner city alleyways for years had been his home He had many friends here on his patch and yet he walked alone From twilight to the break of dawn his routine was the same A king caring for his subjects in this never ending game A warm hug here a kind kiss there, friendships hand always extended A comforting word a vision shared broken hearts so often mended Sometimes he'd sit in reverie and through the prism of his mind Memories would softly filter of another place another time He'd once worn silk and sable had a mansion by the sea But his wealth and al its trappings only brought him misery In his mind the perfect vision a smiling face beneath a veil And the uttered words of long ago as he knelt at loves own rail To have to hold to cherish and always love eternally But the sacred vows uttered that day were never meant to be In his quest for fame and fortune he'd neglected his young bride But his conquests in the corporate world filled his heart with pride The gloating king of finance armed with the Midas touch Bragged to all that his one true love was the one called lady luck But all of that was shattered when the market crashed that year He lost his gold and all he owned and realized his greatest fear He was left alone to ponder the strange twists and turns of life For the greatest loss he once had said was his daughter and his wife Cowed and sadly broken he slunk into the waiting night And thus began the saga of his never ending flight For he'd fled into obscurity even discarding his name But in these dismal streets and alleyways he earned ever- lasting fame Broken men and battered women ragged children clothes askew Among these trodden down and weary somehow hope was born anew For the love he spread among them seemed to ease their inner pain And with gentle words he challenged them to dream the dream again The Wolf has long since passed away still the memory remains Of this gentle father figure chasing us children in the rain Each year the many that he touched all gather in September We dance we sing we celebrate the Wolf we all remember Copyright 2004 Dallas Weller (Fwog) [comments] => 5 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Fwog [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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