There is a man
who stands all day
lurking in the city shadows,
asking for nothing from anyone
except
to grow older alone,
on the city street.
He does not curse or whisper
he does not follow or lead,
he simply is
everywhere.
Worn-out,
he's all shut off
except for the feet
that keep him upright,
through worn-out shoes.
It's all the same
one corner to the next
suffering from
abject apathy,
for all the things a man should want
to live
never crossed his mind.
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