Array ( [sid] => 186652 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Man of Dust [time] => 2019-11-17 19:33:26 [hometext] => Age is a tempering force. [bodytext] => I once thought me made of sturdier stuff;
Iron, even,
though that me has turned to rust.

My muscles could lift the world;
my arrogant thoughts,
but I am common, a speck in the swirl.

My mind, so sharp!, so above,
now humbled, gratefully so,
by the experience of love.

Yes, the decades have taught me well, I trust;
gone, the granite, the iron,
I accept I am a man of dust.
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Man of Dust
Date: Sunday, 17th November 2019 @ 07:33:26 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno
I once thought me made of sturdier stuff;
Iron, even,
though that me has turned to rust.

My muscles could lift the world;
my arrogant thoughts,
but I am common, a speck in the swirl.

My mind, so sharp!, so above,
now humbled, gratefully so,
by the experience of love.

Yes, the decades have taught me well, I trust;
gone, the granite, the iron,
I accept I am a man of dust.


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