One hand clings dependently
to his cane. The other clutches desperately
to his overcoat; his shield from the unforgiving elements.
His bleak defence weakens
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i really liked this piece waaay too much, and oh how wise from you to descripe theone man's soul dessolving in acid, i assume that fits bec, liquids were never been able to be caught in one's hand (as a concrete material) , and simply that's how the soul is... you never catch, but yet it dessolves...... thank you very much for that piece, give us more, much respect..., Mousheera Shafik
A very sad poem about a strong man. Hopefully he finds his way to a meaningful and happy life. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn