The Impecunious Gentleman.

Idle to a point of vague impressionism.
Morbid his thoughts as he becomes an object of ridicule.
Poorly off he tramps about the streets alone.
Emphasising the cause of the lost.
Critical of his own past exploits.
Unprotected from the ravages of lust.
Nothing was left over to him.
Impoverished now he still stands erect.
Only seeking the company of his contemporaries.
Unfortunate that there are so many.
Sullenly he wanders on, a true gentleman.

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