A man called Tom
by JohnKing
Tom was dressed very neat,
He carried a cane,
And had slippeers on his feet.
He has lost his sight,
He now see's with his ears.
and he can see his memories
of eighty three years,
His world is dark.
But his mind is brght.
Sadly he will never see the light.
He can see his past life,
and picture his wife.
As he smells the flowers
and pictures the red roses.
And he rembers the
 morning Gflory at noon,
when it closes.
His dark world is full
of the goood life he had,
And the happy times
makes up or the sad .