The Hustler And The Old Man

When trust is back stabbed
Dignity lost, a circular road
Leads nowhere turning on itself
Alone. On much later days,
As I undressed, looked back
The winds no longer taking me
Stopped to see the past
Money I stole, souls hurt
Pain caused, ego is gone
Only time will heal my rot.

A man I was not, winds ruled
What soul?
Sold it all for cheap money,
Losing all possibilities of learning
To grow. To care. To love.

by gerardo torres

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