Imagination and RealityA Poem by Bridget MurphyI've seen a man, Walking to and fro, In the foggy morn. A black hat, And a walking stick, Waiting for someone to warn. He had a scarf, Gray, gray, gray as could be, Around his neck, it was tightly worn, In that foggy morn. His moustache, Thick and black once before: Yet now it stands, A few, graying hairs, Upon his crying face, Gray, gray, gray as could be. He walks with a limp, Upon his left leg. Every step a grimace, Every grimace, some pain. Yet there he walks, To and fro, in that foggy morn. A day will come, When the man is gone, And the street I see, Will be empty as can be: And all that shall Be my view, Is a foggy morn, Gray, gray, gray as can be.
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