For all he is, and once was <br />He is not now <br />His face has broken in youths folly <br />A smile has become it’s crown <br /> <br />Upon that shattered image of a man <br />Who’s words were once harsh and vain <br />There grows a white forest <br />With dead leaves that fall and grey <br /> <br />And what is hidden in its soil <br />Those long gone could have named <br />Things of timid horror, <br />Adroit ardor in human pain <br /> <br />So wait, unknown in the shadows <br />Then as he walks call his first name <br />He will say; the beast of old is sleeping <br />And will not awake ever again<br /><br />Shirow Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-and-forgotten/
