Closure
Alert in his chair
With his walker at hand
Deaf and lost in fine words without end
He’s surrounded by poets long dead
In walls full of shelves full of books full of lines he’s all read
Sitting in silence with all his old friends
Reliving his life in his head
Close to a hundred and sharp as a tack
His memories fonder each day
He measures the moments and uses them well
Carefully as is his way
Keeping his company under the spell
Of a poetry reading gourmet
As a writer I’m glad I met Ray
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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