The Way To Dusty Death
The Way To Dusty Death
By Elton Camp
To guard every word isn’t good enough
The angry, abuse words strike like clubs
Why do YOU keeping doing this way!
The shrill, accusing voice demands
He didn’t know he was doing anything
Except sitting quietly, afraid to speak
Still, the tirade continues without letup
He can only wait and hope it will abate
Any move or gesture willfully twisted
No allowance for age or declining health
Words, words bitter, accusing, impatient
What he did wrong, he doesn’t know
The storm passes after a savage assault
Leaving the old man dismayed and hurt
Having but one certainty in his life
This is how it continue to be until death
Only then will the reviling be over
Now beyond the reach of accusation
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