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The Octogenarian

by

Loyd David Burt


He sat staring out before him

With pain filled, watery eyes.

Memories opened up old wounds

That time could not disguise.

Thoughts of yesteryear loomed large

Wherein he'd struggled and he'd fought,

Alas it was all to no avail

He was now broken and distraught.

They had humbled, then had broken him

And had placed him in a HOME.

Stripped him of all he loved and knew,

Forbidden him to roam.

No pets allowed, no photographs,

No reminders of the past,

Just four blank walls and emptiness,

This move, to be his last.

His crime was that he'd lived too long

He was now a burden on the State.

No matter that he had always worked,

He was passed his sell-by date!

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