He’s seen the rise, he’s seen the fall,
The hands of fate, he’s touched them all.
Through love and loss, through war and peace,
His journey never finds release.
A wanderer with weary eyes,
Chasing moons in endless skies.
No start, no end, no final stand—
The Forever Man.
Through ages old and years unborn,
He walks the earth, weathered and worn.
A face untouched by time’s embrace,
Yet burdened by each fleeting place.
He’s watched the empires rise and burn,
Loved and lost with no return.
The hands he’s held have turned to dust,
Yet onward still—because he must.
The forever man.
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Author:
alexis karpouzos (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2025 02:18
- Category: Reflection
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I loved this that at first I took to be a metaphor of God then of man himself and what better than the merging of the two. Myth becomes the forever man. Loved it
This is very good writting. The rhyme scheme fits perfectly in an agless story of wisdom, loss and experience. I enjoyed reading it very much.
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