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“What Changed?”
He feels like
he’s dying
could these be
his final days
of life
his last drive
down life’s
never ending
road
only to become
one of those
sun bleached
markers
along its way
whose name
engraved
across its
face
no one can
remember,
if you count
by years
he should still
have a long
time
yet to go
but he can
feel a change
his body still
strong
his mind
quite sharp
but something
is very different
the sun
doesn’t have
that same
touch
a pond his
skin
it once had
the radiant
heat
from its
rays
is gone
he is warmed
by its light
yet he can’t
feel it
in the ways
he did a
month ago
the colors of
his world
that snapped
at him
with their
brightness
or their soft
cooling shades
that calmed
him
as he
took in their
hues
have been
filtered
somehow
their sharpness
dampened
their rich
tones
no longer
vibrant
what was
happening
to his world,
he felt like
along with
his
world
he too was
slowly
disappearing
is this how
one feels
when they
realize
their time is
near
your never
ending road
is coming to
an abrupt
halt
one more
toll bridge
and your
ride is
over,
he must be
dying
why else are
all his senses
going blind
and numb
no longer able
to experience
all the wonders
being offered
by his world
that only a
month ago
pleased him
in ways
he could never
describe
his life was
fuller
had meaning
now
everything
around
him
is dull
and fading,
is he dying
or is this
just his life
now,
one without
her in it,
one without
love…
Tom Allen…02-19-2018…
He feels like
he’s dying
could these be
his final days
of life
his last drive
down life’s
never ending
road
only to become
one of those
sun bleached
markers
along its way
whose name
engraved
across its
face
no one can
remember,
if you count
by years
he should still
have a long
time
yet to go
but he can
feel a change
his body still
strong
his mind
quite sharp
but something
is very different
the sun
doesn’t have
that same
touch
a pond his
skin
it once had
the radiant
heat
from its
rays
is gone
he is warmed
by its light
yet he can’t
feel it
in the ways
he did a
month ago
the colors of
his world
that snapped
at him
with their
brightness
or their soft
cooling shades
that calmed
him
as he
took in their
hues
have been
filtered
somehow
their sharpness
dampened
their rich
tones
no longer
vibrant
what was
happening
to his world,
he felt like
along with
his
world
he too was
slowly
disappearing
is this how
one feels
when they
realize
their time is
near
your never
ending road
is coming to
an abrupt
halt
one more
toll bridge
and your
ride is
over,
he must be
dying
why else are
all his senses
going blind
and numb
no longer able
to experience
all the wonders
being offered
by his world
that only a
month ago
pleased him
in ways
he could never
describe
his life was
fuller
had meaning
now
everything
around
him
is dull
and fading,
is he dying
or is this
just his life
now,
one without
her in it,
one without
love…
Tom Allen…02-19-2018…