Once he walked gracefully
footsteps light as gazelles
bounding acrss the plain
Now he stubles and trips
shuffling and slow as a worm
as age and illness whelm.
Cigarettes he smokes today with wine
for both do less harm
than what life has become
In the loss there is yet a glimpse
of what he once has been
yet never will be again.
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