He thought the thing to be
Was tougher than the others you see
So he crafted armour to protect his start
With a breast plate thick across his heart
And his helmet covered his face
So that no emotion would be seen in his disgrace
But it became more crutch than armour in time
When he couldn't tell when it was needed in his mind.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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