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Sepia coloured memories
Are all that is left,
As the long journey of life
Nears its end.
The gnarled and twisted fingers,
Once strong and deft,
Lay resting in his lap.
The tired joints have met their defeat.
Proud shoulders; square and straight
Crumpled slightly inward now--
The vitality of life
Bending against his will.
Cobblestone thoughts
Stumble through his brain.
Gone are the streets and avenues
Of Clarity and Wit.
But his eyes refuse to dim--
They are aglow with passion.
For when the curtain falls,
He will know love again.
She is waiting there for him...
...just up ahead.
Poem By Tammy C.
