Ill health struck him down, he no more could cope,
A rapid downshift, to a slippery slope.
He's transferred to a box, of concrete and brick.
Windows and doors made of glass and plastic.
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Wow...you have described so well the despair and sadness of leaving a very much loved lifestyle and moving into a little concrete box. Sometimes life forces a less than ideal situation on us through failing health or dwindling fortune. Your poem certainly makes us aware that life isn't all about happy endings. 10++
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Wow...you have described so well the despair and sadness of leaving a very much loved lifestyle and moving into a little concrete box. Sometimes life forces a less than ideal situation on us through failing health or dwindling fortune. Your poem certainly makes us aware that life isn't all about happy endings. 10++