The man he used to be

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The man he used to be

by L. Stewart Marsden

There were nothing left of the man he used to be;

the tone and taut were billowed out

and flapped about the wind, they did;

and he, bereft of youth’s young skin

and all the bravery within that lioned heart

that once pawed the streets in headiness,

was now much less,

and, feebled by his raucous years,

had come to this:

maneless,

toothless,

friendless,

ruthless;

scattering all before his rasping roar,

not afeared, but chuckling o’er

the deep demise of

the man he used to be.

Copyright © by Lawrence S. Marsden, 17 June, 2014

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