The man tells the same story,
since it is all he can do.
Demanding to be the center of attention,
he hordes the space under the illumination
of a sole recessed light.
Tells the same stories over and over
to all passing faces and yet
always forgets some very fine lines-
Contrasts come out, where
he smirks slightly,
unbothered by the crackling
of sky overhead, he only looks a-
Head.
Robed in velvet red,
a coat he swore he never wore,
he has positioned his
arms for the ideal pose to portray
of strength and endurance.
The distant family gazes at the portrait
Through centuries and canvases
but sees nothing captivating or similar.
The same (his)stories,
making his image stretched
and one sided.
A life made good-
despite the gilt and frame
that flaunts its ornate opinion
of self.
He was once
a handsome man,
despite the way he looked
at them.
since it is all he can do.
Demanding to be the center of attention,
he hordes the space under the illumination
of a sole recessed light.
to all passing faces and yet
always forgets some very fine lines-
he smirks slightly,
unbothered by the crackling
of sky overhead, he only looks a-
Head.
a coat he swore he never wore,
he has positioned his
arms for the ideal pose to portray
of strength and endurance.
Through centuries and canvases
but sees nothing captivating or similar.
The same (his)stories,
making his image stretched
and one sided.
despite the gilt and frame
that flaunts its ornate opinion
of self.
He was once
a handsome man,
despite the way he looked
at them.
Painting by Albrecht Dürer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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