Hardly could walk
One fine winter morning
Just walked into with a very slow pace
Wearing a raged old black shabby coat
But from the very first sight
I sensed something!
I followed his pace and caught him
A tall, once very handsome, fair old man
was just in front of a little girl
What was in his those deep black eyes?
eagerness or struggle!
What was in his those deep light blue eyes
shame or struggle to hold his last breathe!
An old man with a shabby old coat
was standing in front of me!
From the very first sight
He seemed not a common guy!
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