You stroke your
salt and pepper
colored beard
your weathered face
becomes the shell you hide in
you've fought
a few champions
you thought were only
ladies of the night
or beggars
upon the street
you've drank
more coffee
than just a few cups
drank more whiskey
than just a few bottles
you'v come a long way
in a very short time!
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