Poetry

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Long are his lonely nights and drab his dreary days;
How his world has changed since they put him in this place;
Far from the old farmhouse---the wide green fields of home;
In these strange surroundings, he feels so all alone.

His whole wide world is framed by one large window pane,
Staring out at nothing and nothing seems to change;
Feelings of abandonment grip his heart and soul---
Deep within he yearns for happy days from long ago.

Episodes of life reflect before him on the glass---
Hazy recollections, dim echoes from the past---
Hidden scenes that play behind his far-off gaze,
Of times when he was part of other people’s days.

He wanders down remembrance lane all on his own,
Visiting the farmhouse---his old familiar home---
A place filled with laughter in happy days long gone---
His sweet comfort zone---the place where he belonged.

Matron shuts the blind on the window of his dreams;
Regretfully he’s back in vacant dull routine.
When tomorrow comes and his view is clear once more,
Maybe he’ll return to those days from long ago.

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