A Once Great Man Sits Silently

A Once Great Man Sits Silently 
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This withered man 
I slowly feed, 
once held the spoon for me. 
What once were strong - 
two working hands - 
now stiff and idle tools. 
The empty eyes, 
where pride once shined 
a shade to shame the sea, 
were waned of light 
a year ago - 
now flameless, shallow pools. 
I spill some soup 
upon the knee 
where bouncing kids once played. 
It's sad to think 
the spring within - 
has no more rides to grant. 
The lifeless lips, 
where smiles once grew - 
a silent, barren glade. 
I only wish 
he'd speak to me. 
Regretfully...he can't. 
This once great man sits silently, 
in Winters' bitter glaze. 
The tables turned; our roles reversed - 
These cruel and final days.