Wilted as an old salad
pixels, dried and crispy
Hair is thin like pasta
what’s left, askew and wispy,
Leather shoes are broken through
as worn, as is the trail
My life’s work - is nothing new
not worthy of a tale.
I stopped to rest, a moment back
this photo can attest,
How even someone with a hat
can sometimes need a rest.
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