You once were surrounded by
the flowing beauty of vocal family
and friends, and you voiced your
presence among the throng who
knew well your face, for you loved
the company and you drank wine
and found in the bonding of culture a
place to be in the land you made home.

Now, in the striking desolation of age,
you are alone: sitting blind with no one
around, and poked by fears that have
no substance except for you, and your
body is tired and you recall the fleeting
memories of times long ago, of boyhood,
trauma, love, loss, death, family and all the
parts that made your life that now are gone.

 

25/8/2024