Tall and gaunt with sunken eye and wispy red grey hair
contorted face and angry,
embittered by acrid smoke from inner embers of defeat,
despite sympathetic nods and smiles who remember his glories.
He shambles to his end, getoutof myway!
Followed by the serene, calm ageless girl
Who will tend his grave and soothe his soul.
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Post imperial wind drift. Swazi, British, Zimbabwe-Rhodesian, Irish, New Zealand citizen and resident, now in Queensland, Australia. 10th generation African of mainly European descent.
Catholic upbringing, more free thinker now. BA and Law background. Altar boy, wages clerk, uncle, prefect, student, court clerk, prosecutor, magistrate, convoy escort, pensioner, HR Practitioner, husband, stepfather, father, bull terrier lover, telephone interviewer, Call Centre manager, HR manager, grandfather, author (amateur)
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sillysocksonfriday 
bloody hell, very dark…… who has wispy red hair?
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Oh Mal, I hope the mood passes! But as a fellow lover of poetry I would
suggest that a bit of editing would add to the descriptive success
without changing any of the gist, but I don’t want to intrude….
so I’ll just say that it will stay in my mind (as amended) better than
those of Lidi de Wahl.
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