The Man of Stature

by Robert   Oct 27, 2012


I lay here waiting in this room
A man of fortune, A person so gloom
My wife was not, for she was taken
By the person in black, who looked for payment.

A sum of which was not so grand
Just the accumulation of a few acres of land
Not too much to a person of my stature
A trifling matter with the importance of my laughter

It did not matter if my wife was gone
Or that my children had left my home
For here I wait in this room
For the other man in black, who should lay my tomb.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Kate

    I like the rhyme, it seems so effortless and flows rather well. The only part that is the "gone" and "home" part. So, yeah.

    The poem seems old-timey. And that is one of my favorite kind of poems.
    I like the sense of giving up in the end, when he is waiting for his "man in black" to come. It ties into him losing his land and his wife and kids.

    It is a short but to the point poem and it is fun, I like it. The message is clear and all.

    Ohh and also how you use "stature" and "laughter" because usually someone of a lower stature has to live and be high on life, filling every moment with laughter. And it also ties in with the children. Those are my favorite lines.

    Good.

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