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Oct 2018
A silhouette in darkness
strolling through a street.
A lonely man, a lonely soul,
who wonders where he goes?
Heading home no doubt
or maybe he’s a lout.
Walking into mischief,
or just a ticket tout
No one could ever know
what lies within his brain?
Or is he just a guiltless man,
or someone gone insane.
Whatever he may be,
whoever he may be.
His world is just as normal
As he or she or thee.
He walks upon a crowded street
but lonely is his soul.
Passing by without a thought
a world he used to know.
But now that world has changed,
and he is so alone.
He walks beneath a blackness
of shadows from the past.
A past of joyful times,
a past of blissful kinds,
a past of smiles,
a past of tears,
but most of all a past of fears.
This lonely shadow heading home,
Innocent and free.
His work is done, its time for fun.
Gone from shadow into sun.
He walks across a crowded street
with one thing on his mind.
His wife, his strife his daily life
cuts through his soul just like a knife.
Now that's what this mans all about
he is no lout or ticket tout!
He’s just a soul we do not see
Or maybe just an entity
Marilyn Heavens
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Marilyn Heavens  65/F/Bristol UK
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