The Sad Man

I take my hat off to him

the sad man

of the leafy suburbs

always smartly dressed


old fashioned smart


all our problems 

with all his silent grief

on pinstriped shoulders.

We all took our hats off to him

that sad man,

as we played in the streets

as we grew older

as we changed

while he stayed the same

still silent

still carrying

all those problems

all that grief

that we never understood.


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