There lived a man, a crooked man
Who bore his life upon his back
It took a toll and weighed him down
As he trudged along the track
He'd resigned to his fate as the day grew late
Ignoring his unwelcomed guest
He had spoken no words as he continued on
Till he decided to stop and rest
But his health was failing and his feet were aching
His destination no one could know
He crumbled to his knees in the setting sun
As daylight lost its glow
He knew that dusk was skirting so near
He knew that night would come to shroud
And soon he would be overwhelmed
By shadows that would come to crowd
He curled into his lanky self
He cowered in shame and fear
For all the things he tried to leave behind
Crouched now in the dark so near
He trembled and quivered
No one could hear him cry
He whimpered and grovelled
Knowing that there was where he'd die
Know this man, the crooked man
Who then had given up on hope
He shivered and sobbed knowing full well
That he'd reached the end of his rope
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
There lived a man, a crooked man
Who bore his life upon his back
It took a toll and weighed him down
As he trudged along the track
He'd resigned to his fate as the day grew late
Ignoring his unwelcomed guest
He had spoken no words as he continued on
Till he decided to stop and rest
But his health was failing and his feet were aching
His destination no one could know
He crumbled to his knees in the setting sun
As daylight lost its glow
He knew that dusk was skirting so near
He knew that night would come to shroud
And soon he would be overwhelmed
By shadows that would come to crowd
He curled into his lanky self
He cowered in shame and fear
For all the things he tried to leave behind
Crouched now in the dark so near
He trembled and quivered
No one could hear him cry
He whimpered and grovelled
Knowing that there was where he'd die
Know this man, the crooked man
Who then had given up on hope
He shivered and sobbed knowing full well
That he'd reached the end of his rope
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