Though all around the voices were distant
in his own thoughts was trapped
that smile from his face had long gone
on him age had taken its toll
from hope to pessimism causing misery
realising he had become a visionary!
But he knew this was just the recollections
of the life he had once enjoyed
conversations now were only with himself
the ability to communicate lost
could only sit in the nursing home trapped
his life-force now sapped!
The Foureyed Poet.