The Silent Man

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2001

He sits all alone

Aloof and quiet in a corner

Without light

Without any speech

 

His eyes are dark

So very deep

He has seen so much

But told none

 

His body is lean

Full of hard worked muscle

From true hard labor

Very well deserved

 

His hands are rough

From his hard labors

Very wide and tough

Yet gentle as a child

 

He sits quietly

Sees all, says nothing

He hears every word

But never moves

 

~Chrystal

Written on

March 16, 2001 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't really know why I wrote this one. Just something in my head.

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