I have seen the worlds collapse
Of friends and foes and lovers
Whose grasp for life is insanely vast,
But as the end approaches each
The world they live in smothers them.
Yet even into the Corridors
Where Aged walk in measured step,
Without the touch or chat of friend,
Their World becomes their rocker.
by Helen C Capan
Copyright 2009 Helen C Capan
Author's Note: be careful to balance grasping for all with that of not wanting to make the effort to reach out to others at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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