Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark, --
Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrivelled, and morose.
A miser was he, with a miser's nose,
And eyes like little dollars in the dark.
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simply put, a masterpiece. through the author's words, i easily related to the inner turmoil of Aaron - don't we ALL feel the cold ostracism that Aaron experiences at times? his despicable nature is apparent, culminating with the biting final stanza: 'And then (and only then) did Aaron laugh.' I know how you feel Aaron, I know how you feel. May you finally rest in peace.
Edwin This is an interesting piece of poetry keep it up