He Leaves Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

He leaves

He will leave
Is leaving with nothing
Hand rubs hand, tear runs
Keys are hung dangling to unlock
To start the engine.

He looks round
He’ll drive
Soon will feel loneliness
Elderly in village.
Time has changed.

Young and old worlds apart
One slave to Technic, Internet,
Another connected to the ground.

He came to check his mail; iron box
But goes back…empty…
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