Self Taught Man
He left a brutal small town school at 14, his nails blacked by potato grit,
hands stuck deep in empty pockets and life a filthy street in which to spit.
Tables thrown and cheeks bruised for daring to be outside the normal way,
grabbing a coat and a kiss, at 15 he left a back hand, with 1000 demons to slay.
Knuckles ripped by gravel and back bent by heavy stone in Scottish rain,
building homes for Aberdeen oil, scouring art and books to remove a searing pain.
His life moved forward with sweat, toil, blood and dirt, and nothing for a plan.
Life's simple rewards images and prose, 50 years and counting for a self taught man.
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