Ragged Man

Ragged Man

A ragged man, in a ragged shirt,
Walked the path and saw a bend.
He saw the cloud and felt the heat,
He saw what was left as the world did end.

He breathed the air, all filled with ash,
He smelt the smells of decay.
He saw the dead and dying,
On the worlds final day.

Once he was dressed in fine clothes,
All were washed and dried.
Neatly pressed and presentable,
Until the day that mankind died.

On the dawning of that day,
He left his home, feeling proud and neat.
Until he saw the light that blinded him,
And burned the shoes right off his feet.

Now standing, forlorn and all alone,
In the desert where once stood a town.
The ragged man, in his ragged shirt,
Closed his eyes and knelt right down.

He prayed to his God on high,
Clenched his fists and cried,
Now there is nothing left in the world,
On the day, the ragged man died.

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