Penitent for Friend Konstantin

A gentleman in every way.
A relic from a bygone day.
His clothes well cut but out of date,
in his own time a fashion plate.

He’s not as he appears to be.
He is a ghost apparently.
Always appears at half past three
then disappears mysteriously.

Though who he was nobody knows.
A gentleman judged by his clothes,
we only know he comes and goes.
Because he has to I suppose.

A visitor from long ago
Though why he comes we may not know.
Perhaps he comes to demonstrate
that once he was a fashion plate.

Maybe condemned for too much pride
a fatal flaw he could not hide.
He must display at half past three
until he learns humility

.18-Feb-09 http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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