My aging Father
OF ALL THE THINGS I THINK I'VE TOSSED,AND PONDERING THE THINGS I'VE LOST.
IT COMES TO MIND WHAT MAY BE LEFT
IS GREY MATTER SLIGHTLY HALF BEREFT
OF THINGS THAT SHOULD BE LEFT IN TACT,
BUT NOW ARE SCATTERED MATTER-OF-FACT.
IT'S ONLY NOW THAT I'M QUITE AWARE
THAT I DROOL A LOT, THEN SIT AND STARE
AT PEOPLE COMING INTO MY HOUSE,
BUT DISAPPEAR WHEN I LOOK ABOUT.
THE HOBBIES THAT WERE FOND TO ME
ARE NOW BUT A FORGONE MEMORY.
MY FAMILY'S GROWN AND ON THEIR OWN
AND SO I SIT HERE QUITE ALONE
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