The Boxer
was
an old man
patient, kind
boxes of records strewn
all around the tiny room
framed photos on the walls
the smell of smoke
tapping his foot to the music
as I sat
and listened.
Not all those who wander are lost.
was
an old man
patient, kind
boxes of records strewn
all around the tiny room
framed photos on the walls
the smell of smoke
tapping his foot to the music
as I sat
and listened.
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