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| You do not know his name. You do not know his pain. You do not understand his thoughts and desire. You do not know what fuels his fire. He is a simple man...Yet full of woe Secrets from the past won't let him go. His behavior is odd to most. He whispers instead of boasts. An inner spirit cries from deep inside. This existence cautions him to hide. To thine ownself be true. But he lives a lie, being forced to. 2003....A good year to start. He must follow his heart. A heart that has weathered too much. Society has him in their tight clutch. Unmerciful we are, or can be. Why can't we set him free? He must live his life, ruled by no one. Ridiculed by whom? Who do they shun? A poet, his words flow so sure. How much more should he endure? Pain and suffering, a thing of the past. Set him free! Leave him be! At long last! This is dedicated to a new and dear friend. I do not judge, nor do I pretend. I will be with you through the storm. I will comfort you and keep you warm. You must live your life as you choose. Begin today, there is no time to lose. It matters not what others think. Live your life, not through words and ink. Debbie Dodson Copyright (c) September 02, 2003 |
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