Life for him has not
turned out
The way he thought
it’d be
The pictures he used
to have
Today, he cannot see
Years ago the world
was bright
His mind was filled
with dreams
The colors have now faded
And so his hopes it
seems
What stole the
brightness of the day
Where did the future
go
His dreams have turned
to ashes
And why he does not
know
His life is like the
waning moon
For he’s grown old
too soon
©Stan Sanford
May 1, 2012
I met an old guy (not the one in the picture) the other day. Here is a poem that came out of that meeting.
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