THE FOOL

Long had he walked

The silent way

Wrapped in thoughts

Too delicate to lay

Before the horde

To let them cry

With derision

And mocking tones

Casting curses

And verbal stones

As they did at his humble head

He could afford

To lie

In peace

With an eradicable smile

On a face

That never knew the vile

Distorting dread

Stalking their own sad mile