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A man it seemed time had embodied,
(or maybe he embodied time)
shuffling slowly betwixt things
he tinkered and fixed things
broken, in pieces awry.
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He may have been, (just a bit) like them
understanding perfection's a dream.
He too may have been broken,
(yet gentle, soft-spoken);
quiet work was his daily routine.
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So with patience he gave a small portion.
That may have been all he could give.
He gave for a while,
With a humble old smile
that helped others, in small ways, to live.
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And when time for giving was over,
That man that we knew just disappeared.
Leaving memories behind
he surrendered to time
that small portion he'd been given
here.
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