He carried his past
Like a knapsack of stones.
Hung its bones from his shoulders,
Proud in the weighty embrace
Of his habit of office.
Of tradition.
Of history.
But his story
Is not yet finished.
If he could but unclasp the cloak,
Shrug off the straps,
He would walk taller.
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