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T O P I C R E V I E WAyeletThe Grey ManThe grey man came to meoffered me the worldI just wanted to seea glimpse of morningthen take it all day with me.The grey man has insistedand pulled out a pack of cash"Take it, you fool, or I'll take youwhere the sun never rises."I didn't know the grey mancould be that violentFearfully I took the moneywithout bidding him farewellWell, his hat was early morningbut beneath it all chances were lostand I can't afford to buy a possibilitywith all the money lying here in this world.thequeenVery Very Very Deep meaning. Short with concise meaning.Pearltylots of depth and layers of meaning.AyeletThanks thequeen and Pearlty, for reading and commenting mirage29Truly... there was no real offer made at all. You had no control, even though it falsely appeared as though you had. There's another way of reading this, where I see The Grey Man as life. You are given life, with a certain amount of expendable resources. Life is rough, and there's the rest of it to live-out.When I first read your poem, Ayelet, I had an image of Leonard Cohen... There is a crack, a crack in everything... That's how the light gets in. (music) Anthem (Leonard Cohen) [9:32] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e39UmEnqY8 AyeletBut the offer I wrote about was not the offer you thought it was. It was actually the negation of that offer. The man I met was not "the grey man". And the mistake may not exactly be what you think it was. And I am not automatic. I have, and had, free will.So be it. There are pisces of the puzzle missing. Some may be discussed elsewhere. Some not.I don't see the grey man as life but as the grey man, whose acceptance of "help" makes loss possible. Grey is not a welcome colour in my lexicon, though greyish silvery hue can be extraordinary, especially of the sea at dawn.The grey man is life being robbed.Loved the song. What a beautiful idea.Randall LF DXAmazing, quite deep indeed.
The grey man came to meoffered me the worldI just wanted to seea glimpse of morningthen take it all day with me.
The grey man has insistedand pulled out a pack of cash"Take it, you fool, or I'll take youwhere the sun never rises."
I didn't know the grey mancould be that violentFearfully I took the moneywithout bidding him farewell
Well, his hat was early morningbut beneath it all chances were lostand I can't afford to buy a possibilitywith all the money lying here in this world.
There's another way of reading this, where I see The Grey Man as life. You are given life, with a certain amount of expendable resources. Life is rough, and there's the rest of it to live-out.
When I first read your poem, Ayelet, I had an image of Leonard Cohen...
There is a crack, a crack in everything... That's how the light gets in.
(music) Anthem (Leonard Cohen) [9:32] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e39UmEnqY8
The man I met was not "the grey man". And the mistake may not exactly be what you think it was. And I am not automatic. I have, and had, free will.
So be it.
There are pisces of the puzzle missing. Some may be discussed elsewhere. Some not.
I don't see the grey man as life but as the grey man, whose acceptance of "help" makes loss possible. Grey is not a welcome colour in my lexicon, though greyish silvery hue can be extraordinary, especially of the sea at dawn.
The grey man is life being robbed.
Loved the song. What a beautiful idea.
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