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The night falls as the owls call
silvery moonlight clothed the cobbled floor
once, twice, the raindrop falls
a man walking, his feet sored
dismayed, dispaired, he cried a roar
as he stood outside my corridor
he wanted to talk, but could only cough
he is mute, he could not talk
showed me a picture which his son draw
it features a man behind a closed door
as if the picture says it all
he is that man, mute is that door
forever shut, he could never talk
he wanted money, he wanted more
so much so that he could endure
the harsh decades he lead before
passed him a dollar, i shove him off
he walked away, eyes on the floor
my heart ached and i ran forth
hugged him tight but he was not shocked
"God remembers you, dont forgot"
a weak smile appeared, as he nodded.