Gnarled hands, shaking, grip the worn stick
Groping the way for blind eyes,
This man knows nothing but his pain
And his sorrow for lost friends!
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Very sad the thought of waiting for the inevitable and not being able to see the sunlight. a very well written piece well done Regards Dave T
This is a beautiful piece..I had to read it again and again...that is the excitement of this site... you can read through piles of Kimberlite then find a diamond like this. Don't ever stop writing. I am that old man...Alf...check me out sometime.