Mike Acker

For The Taking - Poem by Mike Acker

Tunnel vision, I over-heard him say.
His sight was weakening, but you wouldn't
have guessed it with the contentment he showed,
holding his brand new over-sized phone,
and playing fast moving casino games
with all the lights and flash of a casino floor.

With his shiny toy, he was like a fifty-
year-old kid on Christmas morning,
but this was not to be like Christmas.
For this morning I saw him struggling
with a hastily made walking stick,
left-over bamboo for house planters.

His cell phone was no longer visible.
He was seated on the couch facing the TV,
with his eyes looking nowhere in particular.

Mike Acker

Topic(s) of this poem: Life

Comments about For The Taking by Mike Acker

  • Silver Star - 3,509 Points John Chizoba Vincent (4/22/2014 1:44:00 PM)

    the poem sounds good and the lines are good. Nice work mike acker (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 8, 2014

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