A scorching sun
shone, as he walked on;
A thousand thoughts had been, and
gone. All subtle innuendos
of a smile had faded,
and he walked a
mile, in
sadness,
but in style.
And they jeered-
those thousand voices like
eternal echoes rebounding off weathered,
walls, of his oppressed heart.
He watched them take
their steps towards
him; didn’t flinch,
didn’t break,
didn’t fall.
He bore them all.
Those broken mimics
of our human race, saw not a
golden smile (now etched upon his face).
And with a pinch of misery
but pride, he took their
brutal blows and
bled inside,
and yet his face was
shining- didn’t bat an eyelid,
took their undermining. And even when his body, gone,
he took his strength, his passion,
and he took his faith.
And he walked on.
Author notes
I didn't use the words 
( difficult not to use "the" !! )
Most people would be able to guess what this poem is about. However it represents more than one thing =D
A contest entry
- Reverse Word Bank by Loki.
1500 points, ended August 3, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Astounding
I truly loved the flow of this piece. You hit such solid notes with your words and the emotions you so easily conveyed.
He bore them all.
Those broken mimics
of our human race, saw not a
golden smile (now etched upon his face).
Just perfect!
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Thank you for your entry, good luck.
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