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he sits on the verandah with his wife in the other chair,
long ago she lost her smooth skin and darker hair,
watching people pass by over times changed so much,
with his mind wandering he turns to give her hand a touch,
finding she is not there and died weeks before,
as he then remembers feeling rotten to the core,
days go like this as he spent the last 50 years with her near,
now his mind is slowing fading and soon will disappear,
he sits in his nursing home room looking outside,
wondering what is happening out there in the space so wide,
trapped in the white walls and smells of bleach,
degraded to not being able to move with toilet paper out of reach,
the day will come when death will reunite him with his love,
he just wishes it soon for living like this could use a shove.