he grew old <br />worrying about being old <br />not expecting to reach <br />this age-old problem <br />and meet it head-on <br />thinking something <br />would be revealed <br />never expecting <br />to face the vacancy <br />in another's face <br />wondering where she had gone <br />when her body was still <br />breathing and twisted <br /> <br />he heard her words <br />felt her despair <br />tried to bring her out of it <br />with a foolish grin <br />pushed the chair <br />once she could get in <br />pointed out landmarks <br />in the hospital grounds <br />where many of his family died <br />held the mobile phone <br />for her to speak <br />and cry into the distant world <br />that was her home <br /> <br />he obeyed her will <br />took her there <br />accepted all she said <br />about life being unfair <br />waited as time picked on them <br />and made them late <br />in knowing they had grown old <br />suddenly <br />struck by the simple blockage <br />that dammed up the flow <br />and drowned them in its wake<br /><br />Len Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-fe-change/
