In a shell of pressed paper, an old man sleeps.
His thin body trembles, from his real dream.
Woe and mercy let loose in time!
Fable.
A table.
Outside!
Gray hair and dark teeth.
Smiles, to sad to weep.
Swollen feet!
In a shell of pressed paper, an old man sleeps.
His thin body trembles, from his real dream.
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I like this poem much better than most. It is very good, well written and I give it a 10. Thank you for this work and I very much look forward to reading more.