Not long it seems
Tho' time tells different
The back once straight
Is now bent
A hand once free
Holds a stick
without which
Mobility is naught.
Cruel it seems
This time we have
Life it gives
The chance to grow
Develop, reach its
Full stature
That same time
Lets Life
Grow old
Decay
A negation
Of that Life
Not long it seems
Tho' time tells different
A back once straight
Is now bent
For what?
Where is redemption
For this man?
A new Life there must be
For without
There is no
Life
