Monday, June 29, 2020

The elderly highness

He cannot see far ahead, his vision has grown blurry and weak
He tries not to think of the morrow, it seems empty and bleak
Staring into nothingness, he smiles, at a long forgotten heyday
A hazy image of someone jaunty and jubilant all the way

Joints cracking with every move, shuddering visibly at every hobble
hunched and twisted, in a body that once stood tall and able
In the abode which bore witness to the youth, beauty and mirth
His undead cadaver awaits a release from the bonds of the earth...

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