25. Old Roué

A rag and bone figure,
they stumble down:
all shakes and hesitant steps.
The regal face hidden
in grim disguise,
masking content.
No fear that they might
be misunderstood.
They passed.

Becoming frailer, they felt themselves somewhat a caricature. Hobbling around disreputably in ill fitting grubby dress, wheezing with the strain required by even the smallest effort. There was no hint of their personal and somewhat different history.