Like an old caged bird he refuses to fly away
Through the door was inadvertently left open,
His will to fly long erased from memory
Eclipsed by a staid acceptance of his plight,
Thus he dawdled in the loneliness of his room
Deep within the sanctum of the nursing home
Still clinging desperately to the last vestiges of life
Words forgotten to songs unremembered
Dreams he once held sacred now elapsed
Refusing doggedly the call of the reaper,
Spurning the whispering at his door.
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