CONVALESCENT

This lonely old man at heart,
Resting gray hairs,
On wrinkled arms,
With nothing but,
A stool to hold up his back

Skinny legs,
With Japanese mileage,
Crossed at the ankles,
HeÕs unaware

Maybe youÕve never seen it,
Maybe youÕve never been through it,
ItÕs the only way,
To understand it.

Unaware ,
Of this surroundings,
Youth in packs,
Swarming,
Like wolves to a fresh kill,
The scent attacks,
HeÕs just scared,
About dying.
Maybe youÕve never seen it,
Maybe youÕve never been through it,
ItÕs the only way,
To understand it.
Save your clever statements,
Brave your severed view of it,
ItÕs the only way,
To understand it.