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- I knew a man from years ago:
- His heart was strong, his tongue “I know”.
- He carried in his pocket close
- A compass sure, exactness chose.
- He painted art correct and right
- Of brightest day and darkest night.
- His path was set, the ladder climbed,
- The pilot lit, the pump was primed.
- But then he said goodbye one day
- Had packed his bags and gone away.
- I stood upon the steady beach
- And watched his ship sail out of reach
- The inches small turned into miles
- As he went on to unseen isles.
- As time went on, I lost this man;
- We drew apart, as strangers can.
- But on occasion, I have thought
- Of what he’d done and what he’d not.
- On where he is and what he does,
- For old times sake and just because.
- Does he still live deep down inside
- Beneath the years of pain and pride?
- Is he the one who tugs my heart
- Who cleans my wounds and soothes my scars?