Leave The Old Man His Dignity Poem by David McLansky

Leave the old man his dignity
What a case of ignominy;
You mock him in his dotage sleeping,
His eyes are closed, why is he weeping;
This was a man of intellect,
A man whose lips were circumspect;
A scholar of the human heart;
And ember, now a flickering ispark
A man who divined the human soul
You baby him now that he's old.
Leave him mumbling in his chair;
His mind is now beyond repair;
Don't seek to link your obscure name
With his work, his chartered fame;
You chide him as his wet lips drool.
The founder of your psychoanalytic school.