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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