Behold Poem by Charlotte Suka

Behold



He strides in with a cold shoulder.
He bustles with no compassion.
His eyes immensely fixed ahead.
He kneels down before her, his pride
suddenly worn away, his head bent with agony.
a man with no content,

Behold, her son......

Saturday, November 7, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pride,son
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