Jo Ann Burton
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The Fire Within
He was born a gentleman;
And with quiet dignity his legacy he bore-
But no one could have guessed his heritage
Because of the filthy rags he wore.
His matted hair was infested with lice.
On his face a scraggly beard had grown.
Rags had taken the place of shoes on his feet.
Gone was the fine attire he'd worn at home.
He could no longer be called handsome
Because of his gaunt face and dark, haunted eyes.
His emaciated frame gave silent testimony of hunger.
Still, he swore that somehow he'd survive.
His condition attracted no attention;