Samantha Desmond


Fragile - Poem by Samantha Desmond

But what can he do but touch,
For he cannot see,
Not a shape nor a color,
Al he has are his hands.

His hearing, which once was great,
Is dwindling away,
Like his frail body,
And all he can do is touch.

His loved ones voices start to fade,
And he no longer knows,
What goes on around him,
But his touch brings back the past.

And this old mans blood runs cold.

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  • Silver Star - 3,984 Points Is It Poetry (12/3/2008 8:34:00 PM)

    I was going to comment, ....I will keep quiet on this one.. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Estrella Baldemosa (12/3/2008 8:33:00 PM)

    we are all going there, a hard truth to swallow... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 3, 2008



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