Whom do you seek? what’s his
name? does he have a home?
A wife, or a face,
perhaps?

There was one sucha
man, here, yesterday. Met him
at the tavern,
an incorrigible sot, was he.

Over the noise and smoke,
I heard him yell: “Hey, if someone
looks for me, tell ya I tossed mah name
to a cold, hard wind. . . burden ’twas all mah life. . .

Now, I can fly high
up beyond the sky, and live
a nameless life, walking quietly, through the woods
of time. . .”

//Date Unknown

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