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 & very sad,
of times of plenty & times when 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 & happy."
QJD 2020
