Please

Please
Do not look upon my misery
Age
In all its sins
Gathers upon my form
And removes
Beauty

Its ravages
Weigh heavily up these bowed shoulders
And
I feel
My inevitable end
Poised
And waiting
To strike

Once, once
I glowed
I was a sun in the world of dark
Admiration
In look
Glance
Poured on to my visage
Like wine
Pouring
Into a celebratory cup

But
Alas
No more do I receive
Admiration
But instead
Ignored
Shunned
I am
In many eyes
A corpse
Yet, I live


Terry Rhiannyr
April, 2013


Bardy has eaten/ drank well today and seems so much better than he was. Fingers are crossed that he continues to improve.

Many thanks for all your thoughts and wishes