Broken Life

January 8, 2012
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He walks down the old road
The night is dead cold
Date unknown, one day rolls
A summary of his life unfolds
Paint a copy, reach a hand
Cracked voice, choice of plan
Glance directly at his face
An individual of unknown race
Colors find his holiday
Relief from scent has gone away
Gift to him let it be seen
From his own eyes
So brave but keen
Watch his sleepy eyes so sad
Boy has walked on shattered glass.

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