He Was Old And Bent Poem by Maryanne Richards

He was old and bent
And way past his prime
But those who knew him
Thought he was fine.

He was sharp and with it
Some of the time,
Not that he knew it
Or the creeping decline.

As the mind was laid bare
One was able to see,
What was left of a life
Lived with struggle inside.

Those that just met him
Could quite clearly see,
Something was missing,
Replaced with dispair.

The question is this,
What has happened to man
And the brain of mankind,
That can fly to the moon,
Yet not know
Of the mystery beyond.