by Henry Burt Stevens
Friday, February 11, 2005
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Arthur is getting older, and I am too.
by Henry B Stevens
Arthur shuffles towards the door
his 80 years have hurt his body so,
holding tightly his companion's hand
they walk out to the street.
He sees and hears even though
his mind now only processes
body instructions; digestion
heartbeat, temperature and like.
Earlier his mind filled an office wall
with diplomas and certifications,
his body fascinated three wives
as well as winning sports trophies.
Now the shadow of his passing footsteps
expresses what is left of him
while ahead darkness will hide
those shadows and he will be no more.
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|Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry
i have to say my best buddy of many years was quite the sprite at 80-94, there were no digestion(s) going about in his mind. he remained a spritely gent until 98 when he succumbed all at once.
good writ-even if i don't concur :-)
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|We all become this way after the ravages of time.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A powerful piece, Henry - sadly, time truly does make shadows of us all.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)