Come and see the old poet
Laying in his bed of ashes and dust,
His love in ruins
His mentality frozen by restless rust,
...
Don't we all wonder, remotely
- in ways we cannot even fully understand -
'What's this all about? '
Age has invaded our mind
...
There we sat
Just me and the cat,
Upon a bench overlooking the river Thames,
The cat turned to me
...
The black-eyed Susans
are gone,
the question of fall
has begun.
...
Every time, that last year of life,
when I would go visit her in the nursing home
where she spent her days dreaming inside of those
walls that weren't her own,
...