A wrinkled paper tissue face
confusion etched in
walk towards
but step away.
The stick
supporting a bent body
leaning heavily
shuffling unsteady.
Fabrics crease
they drown
the skeleton shape
hanging, swishing
a heavy load to carry
A smile to a distant
memory
eyes that look
but see me as
a shadow of the past
known
but not recognised
A face that should
be someone loved
but is a stranger.
I look
symapthy given
but none needed
long gone are
the days of dignity
hope stretches onward
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