{"id":3087,"date":"2011-10-09T22:58:40","date_gmt":"2011-10-09T22:58:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3087"},"modified":"2017-08-01T22:35:40","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T22:35:40","slug":"tokens-of-a-tired-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/tokens-of-a-tired-man\/","title":{"rendered":"Tokens of a Tired Man"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. There was a man of youth and such who wore the dress of teens,<\/li>\n
  2. Of T-shirts, runners, baseball caps, and endless pairs of jeans.<\/li>\n
  3. His skin was smooth; his hands were fresh, just dirty from some play.<\/li>\n
  4. Energetic, so he was, and full of zest each day.<\/li>\n
  5. His hair was wild, and quite untamed; his face was still a babe\u2019s;<\/li>\n
  6. His eyes – they sparkled with sprite and vim, and a smile upon his face.<\/li>\n
  7. His chin was bare, yet held out firm, his shoulders held up high<\/li>\n
  8. His feet with strength and longevity, his arms reached for the sky.<\/li>\n
  9. One Hallowe\u2019en, he travelled far, separated from his home.<\/li>\n
  10. Few days went by, his parents gone, and now he was alone.<\/li>\n
  11. There he stood, his hair slicked back, and a tie around his neck.<\/li>\n
  12. His runners now were polished shoes, and his suit without a speck.<\/li>\n
  13. His shirt and pants were pressed and creased, not a wrinkle anywhere.<\/li>\n
  14. His socks were bought just yesterday. His books were free from tear.<\/li>\n
  15. He was the same – his clothing changed. New adventures laid ahead.<\/li>\n
  16. His energy seemed that much more. His nervousness was dead.<\/li>\n
  17. The day before Remembrance Day, a couple years gone by,<\/li>\n
  18. Found this man returning home, in an aeroplane did he fly.<\/li>\n
  19. His hands now rough and dark with tan, his knuckles scarred and raw,<\/li>\n
  20. His hair was bleached from the blaring sun; And bristles were on his jaw.<\/li>\n
  21. His face was sharp and weathered well, his eyes were closed in sleep<\/li>\n
  22. His shoulders drooped with weariness, his mouth did not peep.<\/li>\n
  23. His shoes were dull and scuffed with age, the soles were worn right through.<\/li>\n
  24. His pants were thin in the knees, and held a stitch or two.<\/li>\n
  25. His books laid down next to his side were worn and taped and marked<\/li>\n
  26. His vim was gone, but was replaced with strength found in his heart.<\/li>\n
  27. The tokens of this man were strange to outsiders looking in,<\/li>\n
  28. It seemed to them he was unkempt and far from being thin.<\/li>\n
  29. But there were some who, wise enough, \u2019pon looking on this man<\/li>\n
  30. Would often see similarities of One from a different land.<\/li>\n
  31. Hands all scarred and worn with work, tired and sapped of strength<\/li>\n
  32. Reminded them of wounded palms and arms stretched at length.<\/li>\n
  33. Hands that blessed; hands that worked; and hands that knocked on doors;<\/li>\n
  34. Hands that shook; hands that clasped along with prayers he bore.<\/li>\n
  35. Tired feet and worn out shoes bore resemblance just the same<\/li>\n
  36. To sandalled feet on beaten paths of whom he bore His name.<\/li>\n
  37. Feet that walked; feet that stood in courage as he spake;<\/li>\n
  38. Feet that gave to knees that bowed as his voice did quake.<\/li>\n
  39. Tears that fell from his eyes and trickled down his cheek,<\/li>\n
  40. Reminded them of drops of blood shed by Him not weak.<\/li>\n
  41. Foolish men see what they\u2019re not and hope they don\u2019t become.<\/li>\n
  42. Wise men see what they\u2019re not, but hope they do become.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    There was a man of youth and such who wore the dress of teens, Of T-shirts, runners, baseball caps, and endless pairs of jeans. His skin was smooth; his hands were fresh, just dirty from some play. Energetic, so he was, and full of zest each day. His hair was wild, and quite untamed; his […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3087","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-NN","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2969,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/11\/28\/clinging\/","url_meta":{"origin":3087,"position":0},"title":"Clinging","author":"Kim Siever","date":"28 November 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"I watched one day two scenes unfold before my very eyes, Contrasting views of the same dream\u2014one truth, one soothing lies. 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