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A furtive look
Always
On guard
The price paid for
A life lived
Hard
A furtive look
Always
On guard
Past convictions
His reputation
Marred
A furtive look
Always
On guard
Why was he
From society
Barred?
A furtive look
Always
On guard
From this malaise
He vowed to be
Jarred
One day a smile
Would find
His face
No longer
Trapped
In disgrace
Out of My Write Mind 
I love this poem!
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Heartfelt thanks.
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That sweet kitty knows a good soul when it sees one.
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You’ve captured his expressions very well Sandy. One day things will turn around for him too. Thanks for joining in.
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And thanks for the prompt, Sadje!
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It’s my pleasure 💞
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I am sure he has many stories to tell.
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Looks that way.
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Beautifully penned !!
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He never gave up – great poem!
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