Standing bowed, bent with age
coarse, weathered gray
with no other to assuage
their burden of the day
Yet faithful to duty
they shoulder the weight of brothers
no longer a thing of beauty
tattooed by the abuse of others
Could be your father or any old man
neighbor, a gracious host
or any other than
but no, my house's corner post
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