The Reformatrory

The Reformatory Cottage needs a lick of paint but the old man isn´t bothered let flakes of paint blow away layers by layers as calendar years. Let wind and rain strip cement off walls till the old stones appears a skeleton ancient as the land. The old man has bought new shoes but they do not give springs in his steps, and feet ask for the trust carpet slippers for he will not go out in the rain get his face wet in youthful jubilation Old age has made his home into a maximum security prison; there is no escape.