A wrinkled hand
A smiling face
A happy man
Full of grace
A loving hug
A shaken palm
His joy exudes
Both love and charm
A sunny day
A cloudless sky
"I'm glad you came"
He starts to cry
An ageing man
Forgotten here
A life untold
Of hope and fear
I wonder how
He seems to be
So gracious
Is his spirit free?
I want to know
Can love restore
His life of walls
Of locked up doors
He shows such love
But, behind those eyes
If I think too long
I'm sure to cry
I hate myself
Why don't I go there
I should go more
To show I care
A simple thing
To visit here
To show him that
To me he's dear
A wrinkled hand
A smiling face
A lonely man
Full of grace
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