Remember him as a good person
Always with a smile that made itself
And a joke tucked safe in his pocket
Next to his battered pack of cigarettes
Remember him as a good person
Just a day away from reaching himself
Trying to find the softer shade
That wraps itself around the next tree along
Remember him as a lost person
When is wallet ran dry to his thirst
That struck deeper than any bar could reach
He would strike up a match and swallow down
Some rich cotton wool smoke
And waited for his patience to fray.
Remember him as a lost person
With boots scuffed from the kick of the earth
And licked over with layers of old dust
With eyes that peered out, wrapped beneath
Layers of worried wrinkling skin
But with hands soft enough to keep his word
And straight teeth that remembered
The taste of unvarnished youth.
Remember him as a good person
Who lost his questions in haystacks
Where they were too safe from answers
And the answers he found, Were distorted in glass
Till he didn't want any around.
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