Book worm
He stands; Chimney-Stack
on the Keele and the Pond
his hair thin, he reads on
his nose and the page touch
out of sight his face, eyes
his clothes, his look-out
truly, poor, worn-out
with people and the time
doubtlessly, out of touch
his world is…other life.
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with people and the time doubtlessly, out of touch his world is…other life.....Very wise and amazing poem shared really. Nice in sharing..10