The Wall

He was not an old man,
but he carried a cane;
in each step he took,
you couldn't see the pain.

First he found Danny, then
Mikey with John one and two;
friends of long ago,
to see him they were true.

With care he took photos,
then fingered each and every name;
you could see his eyes crying,
knew his heart was not the same.

© Harley

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