Six O’clock knocking on the shadow of an older generation He’s blind, imprisoned after a lifetime of adventure Screaming out loud through his expression, motionless Mr. Lovemore, blind grey eyes capture me and leave me heartbroken Fascinated by the walk of his past, he’s a teacher , I’ll push him in a wheelchair He can imagine I’m pushing him through Africa Six O’clock, a listener as I read out loud to him, old aged
- salome albrecht
I went to visit an old aged home a year or so ago where I ended up reading to Mr.Lovemore, a blind man. I wish I had gone back a couple more times, he had so many stories to tell me. Many more than I could read to him.