The tired man
With blistered hands
Glistening brow
And leathery skin
The tired man
With sienna tan
Whittled down 'til
He can barely stand
Is the wealthy man
Who has lived the land
Who, in spending each breath
Has wrought his fortune
Is the wealthy man
Who has partaken
In life, with nary a moment
Unspent, who upon passing
Will not fight, but embrace
The breaking of the day
Over his deathbed.
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