Man

Man, of dismay, man of grace, man with dreary worried face, man who does not know his place. Man, who exists in an empty place. Man, who has no life pace, man who dare not show his face, man who is a social disgrace, man who is seen as a waste.

Yet this is a man who can see, touch and taste, this is a man that would push a pram. This is a man who helps his nan, this is a man who does what he can, this is a broken man. See not what he can do, but what he has done for you, for he is no rich man, no faith, no beggar, just a nice kind fella.

 

 

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