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.
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