I saw an old man
with three legs
and a mind so full
like a cup.
He opened up
and accepted
and never expected
a thing.
I’m sure he met women
he bedded
and met a little girl
he wedded
and he never regretted
felt enough wasn’t enough.
Now he’s bent and crooked
and broken
just like the road
he traveled,
and in the end
he discovers
It’s a mystery
that can’t be
unraveled.
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