Puis The Street Nuisance...!
Pius the street nuisance, old and grey,
Every heartbeat he seemed to pray,
In his tattered coat, unbuttoned shirt,
Seemed a shattered lot, a stoned heart,
With a feebling walking stick, a sore bak,
Age made him look sick, said young Mark......
Pius deep in his eyes, was a tree of history,
All life eventually dies, that was his story,
Pius the old shoemaker, from the crowd,
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