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.

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