The Grim Wanderer

"... and so he wandered on, showing a grim face to the world. And yet he could laugh -- anyone could make him laugh. But he was alone so much that laughter was rare, and sometimes forgotten. The grim wanderer went on, leaving behind a trail of lost loves and heartwounds, keeping his fragile heart in reserve, ready to give it to anyone who asks for it; in this respect, he is no better than she of the Lens, though he may not know it."

"And so he goes on, walking in shadow, grimly facing life, hoping, praying, believing."

Written July 3, 1985.

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