Feet on the sidewalk,
Snow in my face,
Cigarette in my mouth,
Slow. Steady pace,
I have a thought in my mind,
And the will in my heart,
I put the pain all behind,
And I made a new start,
A life just began,
A man dying slow,
All unpredictable,
To live is to know,
The secrets we hide,
The thoughts that we share,
And as the man walked by,
I couldn't help but stare.
love this poem. Cigarette ey..?
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