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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Man
[time] => 2004-12-20 15:36:14
[hometext] => No punctuation, but I think it is good.
[bodytext] => The Man One day as I was walking Listening to the people talking And all the faces passing me I happened upon a man staring All the people walked, not caring But I found him to be of interest to me His skin was the color of decay Like documents yellowed with age So leathery was it, he couldn't tan it His nose was clearly defined From all the epidermic lines It seemed to be hewn from granite His forehead was wrinkled and worn Wrinkled from looking so forlorn And destitute and battered His mouth was thin, barely a bow It stretched so wide, I wondered how When he smiled, it didn't shatter His ears were no longer red with cold But instead were brown, they looked old And used to the city's winter weather His chin was crooked and pockmarked And in the marks, the skin was dark His features barely fit together His arms were covered by a cheap shirt It was stained by coffee and dirt It looked to be a forsaken relic His legs, likewise, they were unseen By a pair of jeans with holes in the knees Where they'd been there was no telling His chest was warmed by a coat From one of the shelters all about It was red and gray and white He held a sign that asked for benevolence It begged for even the slightest pittance Yet the cup of change he held was light But the reasons why I stopped to stare The reasons for my sudden care Were the windows to his soul Brown as brown could ever be Without a glimmer that I could see His eyes were almost as dark as coal I caught his eye and he turned to see Then I saw again, his eyes looked empty As if his soul had vacated the property They lacked the luster of normal eyes His eyes, they seemed not to be alive It seemed his soul had lost its liberty I tore my gaze from his inhuman orbs And looked in one of the nearby stores I walked near him and searched my backpack I found a quarter and threw it into his cup He looked at me, said nothing and I sped up I turned the corner and I never looked back [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 25 [informant] => luna_mica [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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