Wooden floor boards, worn to shine
A pathway your daily steps eroded
Deep colour, polished, grain worn fine
As you walked, back and forth, the air
Carried the dust of the cloth that you cut
Your hands, carried the knife to sever with care
You cut the cloth of the coat that you wore
Cut the politics, cut out the words of the man
Walked each day into the night, turned, walked once more
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