A Man
By Richard L. Provencher
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walked into the woods one day
and never came out-
his was the life others begged for:
fancy cars
furs for friends
boats to fish with
travels to glean over
and a sweet smell of success
followed him everywhere-
a man walked into the woods one day
and never looked back.
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This is the sotry of a friend
This is the sotry of a friend of mine--not a friend, a man who drank in the pub I worked in. He was a millionaire and lived like a tramp. He drank out of lonliness and put away a hundred pound's worth of whiskey a day. He was intelligent and good to have a conversation with early doors. You couldn't talk to him on the 3-12 shift. One day he walked into the woods and didn't come out.
Sad, sad poem, well told. I love the fairy tale lit of the beginning.
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