He wore an old blue shirt the night that first we met,
An old and tattered cabbage-tree concealed his locks of jet;
His footsteps had a languor, his voice a husky tone;
Both man and dog were spent with toil as they slowly wandered
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With sweet rhyming and a catching story line the poem goes through the heart. Very very nice.10+++++
I saw him but a moment, and he was going a pace, Shouting nobler after nobler, with a smile upon his face...//well story penned within rhyming /// beautiful poem penned and thanks for sharing