The man he used to be

17 Jun

 

 

 

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
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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3 Responses to “The man he used to be”

  1. workitoutlifeservices June 17, 2014 at 12:45 pm #

    Thats beautiful poem. I would like to say more on but not at my emotional best right now. Beautiful is all that really needs to be said. 😉

    • skipmars June 17, 2014 at 12:52 pm #

      Thank you.

      • workitoutlifeservices June 17, 2014 at 1:15 pm #

        One of Life’s last reminders that life is unfair. This stage of loss is so tender to me. I can feel so much in your depiction of this man. I want to comfort him, offer him a smile & my hand & let him know he is beautiful as he is, that he cannot undo the past but he is not in the past, he is here in the now and his Life has meant more to others than it may have meant to him and that he can be proud of. For the things he may regret they wear on him physically. Let them go one at a time and he wont feel so old. When time goes, he’ll be ready & will know a joy he can take with him.

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