Wrinkled beyond time
And aged by time
The hermit lurks
His home in the woods
Feeds his dogs
Reads his books
The hermit loves
His wilderness woods
His life long ago
Was full of riches and fame
But in a night of greed
It was all lost with a snap
A family he once had
Left in the dead of night
Taking everything left
And leaving the hermit alone
So he left in a hurry
With the clothes on his back
Made a new home hundreds of miles away
Surrounded by life he never knew
Never looking back
But of a family he loved
Never could go back
To face the shame he brought
That night he dreamed
A reunion he could rejoice
With the children he left
Never to wake to see it come
About the Creator
Phillip Cruz
I am from the island of Guam. I am an avid reader, and I love learning new things. I am a high school English teacher. I enjoy writing new things, but what I want to do is introduce the world of Guam and its culture.
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