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He sat staring out before him
With pain filled, watery eyes.
Memories opened up old wounds
That time could not disguise.
Thoughts of yesteryear loomed large
Wherein he'd struggled and he'd fought,
Alas it was all to no avail
He was now broken and distraught.

 
  They had humbled, then had broken him
And had placed him in a HOME.
Stripped him of all he loved and knew,
Forbidden him to roam.
 
  No pets allowed, no photographs,
No reminders of the past,
Just four blank walls and emptiness,
This move, to be his last.
His crime was that he'd lived too long
He was now a burden on the State.
No matter that he had always worked,
He was passed his sell-by date!
 
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