or Danny Boy’s Return
Tall and gaunt with sunken eyes and wispy red grey hair
Contorted face and angry
Embittered by acrid smoke of inner embers of defeat and disappointment
He shambles along to his end, snarling getoutof myway,
Despite sympathetic nods and smiles who remember his glories,
Followed by the serene, calm ageless girl,
Who will tend his grave and soothe his soul.
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