Oct 2020
I turn a century tomorrow.
All my friends are long gone.
My face hangs like a mask.
My body is a question mark.
My hands are crooked claws.
My kin can't see me anymore.
All my friends are long gone.
My face hangs like a mask.
My body is a question mark.
My hands are crooked claws.
My kin can't see me anymore.
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)
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