pat (03/01/83)
LOSS
The eyes of the old man were watery
As he stared, motionlessly ahead
Staring and yet not seeing
Inward looking toward the mind instead.
The room was drab and cold
An empty shell was all remained
Except for the visions of the old man
Everything would stay the same
The old man's memories lingered
As visions of days past were recalled
The joys and sorrows of a lifetime
In intimate detail he saw.
Slowly his eyes were lowered
And a gasp for one last breath
The old man's life had ended
And his memories were lost to death.
P. Fargo BTL IH