Daily at the crack of dawn <br />He would sit in his armchair <br />Sipping a cup of <br />Cloyingly sweet tea <br />Not to displease <br />His granddaughter <br />Who had prepared it <br /> <br />For him it was just <br />Another uneventful day <br />With the birds as usual <br />Singing in the trees <br />And the dog lazily <br />Slouched on the floor <br />Right beside him <br /> <br />Occasionally he would <br />Look towards the sky <br />As if to thank God <br />For all the blessings received <br />Life was not unpleasant <br />Despite his loneliness <br />Following his wife’s death <br /> <br />He would spend long hours <br />Talking to the plants <br />Believing that kind words <br />Made them grow better <br />Similarly he would entertain <br />His grandchildren with <br />Tales from the days of yore <br /> <br />His neigbours envied <br />His peaceful life style until <br />It struck them one day that <br />He always seemed confined <br />To his armchair, only then <br />Did they realise that <br />He was completely blind.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-life-goes-on-3/
