How well I remember as I’m slumped in my chair:
Be’reft of movement, bereft of hair.
My bodily odors might foul the air
I’m sorry, you see I’m not offered care.
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Wonderful writing, philosophic, humorous and poignant. Great poetry Dean.
The story you have told within this poem was very much alive, and struck a chord, bittersweet. You do indeed have a talent, and through the spilling of your soul, will open eyes and hearts, as well. Nicely done...it drew me in quickly. I invite you to read my writings, an I will continue exploring yours. Keep on going! ! ! PEACE