Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Frail

With trembling hands
he coaxed
the pair of unsteady chopsticks
to pick up a morsel,
bringing it
gingerly
to his mouth.

With shivering jaws
and chattering teeth,
barely chewing,
it was yet
another struggle
to finish up his food.

Day after day,
meal after meal,
the frail old man
perseveres
to satisfy
his constant hunger pangs.

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Frail

Nobody's Park

(Sung to the tune of Nobody's Child) As I was slowly passing A busy town one day I lingered for a moment To watch people on...