The man behind the dark glasses <br />Motionless in bed like a flag with no wind <br />Expressionless in bed like a still lake with no ripples <br />The race against death, lost <br />Confined in hospice <br />The clock ticks and time flies in “Eko” <br />Empathy in full supply <br />Removed from life amongst the census of the living <br />He draws breath from the wind across the face of the lake <br />His life in apparition, from BC to AD <br />Reduced to a vegetative state, he remains obedient to his fate and call <br />No need to cry now, his time is near <br /> <br />His life in a bottle sailing through a cave <br />The shadow of death looms large like Dying Gaul <br />Perils of falling stalactites <br />Broken bottles, broken dreams <br />Broken boats, lives, sailing out in open lakes <br />In remission, in darkness and silence <br />In withdrawal, in shock and awe <br />He slumps <br />There is light at the end of the tunnel <br />There is light at the end of the cave <br />There is joy around the world <br />He lives on <br /> <br />=================================================== <br />'Eko' is what the natives of Lagos, Nigeria (Yorubas') call the capital city.<br /><br />David Beckham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-behind-the-dark-glasses/
