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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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Written by
jonathan-scott
American
Published
Aug 28, 2014
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#life#death#mortality
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