"a Soothing Touch"
The old man
Sits alone,
A babe in the woods
Dead duck easy prey
A soft touch is offered,
I take the old one home
"Are these you're last days?" I ask,
He nods unknowingly
A shot of bourbon is given
Gratefulness he gives
With deep set eyes.
Sleep away now.
I'll never forget to remember
I too could be this old man,
On any given day.
Sleep away old man,
Sleep where you may.
Copyright © Gary Bechter | Year Posted 2010
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