An old man sat
on a corner alone.
His face was pallid,
but his bright eyes shone.
His hair was gray,
as was his mustache.
On his lap, a suitcase
held a little cash,
a set of clothes,
a comb, a razor,
toothbrush and toothpaste,
and a red woolen blazer.
He rose and stood
as the train pulled up,
and tossed in the trash
his coffee cup.
On his wrinkled face
a smile made itself known
for he knew he was going,
finally,
Home.
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