Syncopated Hextrameter

Or, you know, not. (listening to: "As Is" by Ani DiFranco)

In much the way
That an old man
Both loves and fears
A small child
So too a painful
Heart feeds and shrinks
On both the thought
Of its former bounty
And the reality
Of its loss

I heard tell of a man long ago
Who wandered from place to place.
Through heat of winter and cutting snow,
For a town to hide his face.

Many years he walked and rode,
Never finding what he lost.
For you cannot find on any road
Reprieve from such high cost.

He died alone and no one came
To lay lilies 'round his urn.
If only he'd known he'd die the same:
A stranger 'round every turn.
- Sean Williams


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