Annia Rosa

Kind Man

I once knew a man who knew me quite well
He had curly white hair and a powdery smell
He knew me more than I could ever know him,
And all at once the future seemed ever so grim
For this man, this great man, with crow's feet-ed eyes
And rivers etched in his face with no sense of surprise,
He had lived and had learned and had gone with the wind
And had given and grown and drawn from within,
And had words aplenty to share with whomever walked by,

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