The Old Man.
(In Memory of : Ray Perkins.)
The old mans face now leathered
his brow has turned to grey
the memories he once harbored
were lost along the way.

The life he once remembered
now shadows in his mind
fading ever slightly
like the thoughts he'd left behind.

His eyes are slowly dimming
his hearing nearly gone
and always in his clouded mind
a fear to be alone.

In his dreams he smiles again
of times that had gone by
but all too soon he awakens
and briefly wonders why

why?  He can't he remember.
why?  he cannot try.
why?  he ask these questions.
why?  he can't reply.
Written By: Terry A. Mosley
Date: 6-16-2015