and so, the calvous dome
which held his brain,
was set upon
a scrawny frame,

of bleach-ed,
parchment on bony wire.
all cobbled to together,
with old horse glue.

and covered with
clothes of a faded,
soft, denim blue
and when,
this sombulant
pile of  aged junk,
moved he sorta slunk
and creaked and clacked,
accompanied by a stench
that was not of rose.

clouded eyes,
blackened teeth
toe nails,
reminiscent
of a coral reef.

this was the old man,
who lived in the old
winnebago van.

this was the old man,
who always lent a hand.

who loved us all from afar,
who left us a library,
when his life was spent
and he was to heaven sent.