Friday, 15 January 2010

Whole man.

He got to his age without any reason to weep,

To this place with no guiding sign post to bide,

And his face with never a furrow or frown.

To his gait without any haste or horse bolt,

And his taste with no sense of smell to speak of,

To his case with never a care for defence,

And his fate without any concept of fear.

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