What it takes to live
He sits
in grim repose
shaded
by the gravestone
of his recalcitrance.
His legs have grown
tired
of walking the
same paths
(away from life)
He sits
reflecting on
his life
(a reflection of life)
His eyes have grown
weak
from
staring at the
road behind
(into the eyes of humanity)
He sits
listening
to the monotonous stacatto
(of patterned footfalls)
His heart has grown
callous
in its rythmic beating
(against his chest)
He lays
down
below thoughts of walking
(once again)
He has grown
(incapable of living)
into a man.
