A Knowledge Unknown

May 19, 2010
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His peppered beard bristled and scruff
His eyes searching for another chance

Every wrinkle a memory
Every memory a loss
The whites of his eyes are the only things clean
His clothes borrowed and forgotten
The hope has left
And to replace it sorrow.

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