' I Knew A Man Who' <br /> <br />The coldness of the season <br />equals the contents of a cruel heart. <br />Unable to give of himself <br />stingy is the equity stored deep within. <br />Eyes dead to vision, lack luster of life, <br />a touch cold and uncaring. <br /> <br />Warmth passed in the winter's bitter cold, <br />attractiveness you were blessed by God. <br />Although self absorbed vanity cost you so much more. <br /> <br />Trips you have gone on and some you will yet take, <br />the road map is telling you that your so very lost <br /> <br /> <br />Some have tried to reach you, with soft lamb skin gloves. <br />But distance is unreachable behind a hearts cold- cold bars. <br />How cold is a deadman? is your breath a frosty breeze? <br />Cold blooded humanity fed by your silver spoon! <br /> <br /> No weeping of tear drops ' to hear of your demise.For no one could touch <br />you with their heart or their eyes. <br />You've been a dead man walking for so many years. <br /> <br />'Surely I'm not alone to know someone like this'.<br /><br />Myrtle Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-knew-a-man-who/
