Monday, February 20, 2012

#327


They say he was a doctor
once, or a teacher, or a
painter; he saved a life or
inspired a child or left his
legacy on a sheet of paper or
a canvas or a scalpel.

They say he was old.

That they are sure of,
only by the wrinkles
on his cheeks and the
sporadic white hairs
that linger on        
his hollowed head.

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