The Downsizer. Poem by Jak Black

The Downsizer.

Rating: 5.0

Ill health struck him down, he no more could cope,
A rapid downshift, to a slippery slope.
He's transferred to a box, of concrete and brick.
Windows and doors made of glass and plastic.

Blank bland boxes, hermetically sealed,
Stacked in neat rows where once was a field.
He's no longer master of all he surveys,
He'll now pace a cage ‘til the end of his days.

No one to speak to, he no longer feels free,
He sits all alone just watching t.v.
There's little to do by night or by day.
The world, that he knew, has drifted away.

Once he was happy but now he despairs,
His prospects have crumbled, and nobody cares.
The mountain, the valley, the river, the stream,
The world that he loved but a memory, a dream.

No more will he walk among sheep and cows,
Or watch squirrels at play way up in the boughs.
Nor see, one more time, wild rabbit or fox.
For life now, and death, is confined to a box.

Friday, August 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
Simone Inez Harriman 28 August 2017 have described so well the despair and sadness of leaving a very much loved lifestyle and moving into a little concrete box. Sometimes life forces a less than ideal situation on us through failing health or dwindling fortune. Your poem certainly makes us aware that life isn't all about happy endings. 10++

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