Arthur
by Henry B Stevens
1/20/2004

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.