Friday, March 13, 2020

walk the eyes

I talk to a man, with gaunt dark ring eyes,
flesh falling from his frame, skin and bone is his demise.

He tells me a tale, both happy & sad,
of a time of plenty , & a time it all went bad.

his body fails him, his life is a mood,
his taste buds are weakened, he has no desire for food.

he mumbles some words, which he tells to me,
"i remember a time , when I was fat and happy."


QJD 2020