he picked up a book to read
the words began to swell
all about the room grew dim
the letters didn’t spell

more than they’d already done
but the thoughts wished to dance
swinging in his memory
from days when good old chance

filled his life with emotion
a richness in being
that slowly had worn him thin
and become forgotten

he dropped the book in his lap
closed his eyes much deeper
what kind of life brought him here
rocking in a sleeper

a poem, a love, some welcome force
might he hear it better
would give back a piece of life
lost upon the leather

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