An aging man sleeps a damn long time <br />But when he was a child you couldn't keep him quiet <br />Always crying and yelping as if eager for angst <br />And now wrinkly he prepares for sleep with death silence <br />His memories in the fourth dimension <br />He couldn't fathom a title or caption <br />They're all hangin on his walls <br />And looking at him through his windows<br /><br />Dan Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taking-capsules-to-your-casket/
