From the far east, he came
In clothes torn and worn
Hand hurt, back bent and leg lame
No valuables, did he adorn
A thin old man, he was
Hair uncut and beard unshaved
For as many years as he was
No essence of youth, he saved
A familiar face, he possessed
Of virtue, wit and wisdom within
Jeers followed him, then jests
Being mocked, he did not grin
Held his head high, he did
Though men laughed and leered
Any shame he had, he got rid
To where I was, he neared
To each other, we faced
Ruined and wrinkled face of his
Against mine, we embraced
Couldn't as my reflection, he is
2006-12-01
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