MAN IN THE SHACK
You can find him, if you go far off into these hills,
Way back beyond the green grass and rocky slopes.
Oak trees of many years hide what has been here for a while,
Come closer so you can observe this shack built ages ago.
Once it may have been of fine wood as today it is withering away,
A home with no plumbing, no modern conveniences of the day,
The roof is worn, dried out from many days and nights from being here.
There lives in this shack a man, not a youthful man by any means,
Left in peace to live out his remaining days is this man in the shack.
We don’t know where he comes from or if he’s had a family, a wife, kids,
We do know that he’s had a life, this man in the shack has his story.