There lived a man, a crooked man
Who walked with crooked gait
He'd walk along the crooked road
From sun up until it was late
His knees would scream with every step
No matter how much he wanted to run
We'd never know where he was going
He'd always follow the sun
He'd mutter to himself, of rises and falls
And of lessons his life had shown
But what we never saw or barely noticed
Was that he had never walked alone
He'd walk his walk with his cane and hat
Dragging behind him a shadow of black
It did what he did and trailed long and short
It accompanied him down the track
Know this man, the crooked man
Whose back was bent misshapen
He had made the choice to chase the sun
With steps sorely laboured and uncertain
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