He is a man
Standing at the side of the road
He’s wasted look kept him from getting carpooled
No matter how he tried.
He’s looking like a vintage photograph
Old red barn behind him
Suitcases besides him
Along with his broken spirit
He sat down staring at the floor
From nowhere two old looking shoes appeared in front of him
He looked up but the sun got between his eyes and a tall man
He knew he had to stand up
And along they both walked
Saying nothing at all
They both walked
And the walk was pleasant
The company was divine.
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