Emaciated face
Just holding on
Loss of life
Now the rest are all gone
To that great beyond
Soon he'll be following along
Dry as dust, a million cracks
His wrinkled skin
A face full of untold stories,
His stories,
Past glories
Each crevice, line and crowsfoot
Could tell the young of this generation
The story of the Great Depression,
The Holocaust,
Or even of the brighter days,
His days
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