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Musings of a Watchman

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Some walk away, some simply don't care
As he sits beside a fire accustomed to this despair
Gradually it grows darker and he's all alone
Still neither does he complain nor does he moan
Smouldering pieces of coal become his solitary ally
The only ones who hear him laugh, the only ones who hear him cry
Though the fire soothes the body, his heart is still sore
No, it’s not the strangers’ ignorance that troubles him anymore
But is the distance from where his loved ones, swarm
He's close to the fire yet far from feeling warm
Still every time a spends a sleepless night
For those who'll never be able to understand his plight.

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