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The wrinkled, old, decrepit Man of grey Succumbs to death with graceful dignity, In doing so, his senescent poignance Reminds us all of our mortality. In death he lives vicar’ously through us And serves to show of our impending fray, As we one day will live through those ‘neath us Dead--As an old, decrepit Man of grey.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
Man of Grey
The wrinkled, old, decrepit Man of grey Succumbs to death with graceful dignity, In doing so, his senescent poignance Reminds us all of our mortality. In death he lives vicar’ously through us And serves to show of our impending fray, As we one day will live through those ‘neath us Dead--As an old, decrepit Man of grey.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
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