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The Old Man In The Corner

How well I remember as I’m slumped in my chair:
Be’reft of movement, bereft of hair.
My bodily odors might foul the air
I’m sorry, you see I’m not offered care.
My existence seems pointless as day after day
Droplet by droplet my life seeps way.
But deep in this husk, all that you see,
Is a heart full of love and feet that ran free.

Once, as a boy, I ran through the fields

Fighting a dragon non-stop till it yields.
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Ay school we had to write a poem that was not in our knowledge or comfort zone. I helped at an Old People’s Home for a couple of weeks for Work Experience and wrote this from what I had noticed there.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Lacovara 23 February 2014

The story you have told within this poem was very much alive, and struck a chord, bittersweet. You do indeed have a talent, and through the spilling of your soul, will open eyes and hearts, as well. Nicely done...it drew me in quickly. I invite you to read my writings, an I will continue exploring yours. Keep on going! ! ! PEACE

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Paul Reed 23 February 2014

Wonderful writing, philosophic, humorous and poignant. Great poetry Dean.

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