A Defeated Man

A Defeated Man short poem

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The man that created me is old and defeated

His paralyzed and tired body fights not to get discouraged

Yet, with his inability to do any activity constantly is reminded

That life is not so kind when you are disabled

But the man continues to fight day by day not to be derailed

And in spite of that he is incredibly strong minded

Not even the love of all his kids can hide deep scars suffered

This is the man that once warned me so much not to be evil minded

And guided me with his sad eyes to never become troubled

And this lesson has saved my life so many times from the wicked

Now, he is not asking for the moon or the stars to him presented

He just asks for a moment of happiness to a man who hardly is contented.

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