And when his usefulness had gone.
They just cast him aside.
And on the final downhill.
He began to slide.
Rejected after all his work.
Visions now all gone.
He knew full well his time was near.
He knew he had not long.
As an old man disillusioned.
And weary from his fight.
He spent in sad remembrance.
His final lonely night.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2016.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
And when his usefulness had gone.
They just cast him aside.
And on the final downhill.
He began to slide.
Rejected after all his work.
Visions now all gone.
He knew full well his time was near.
He knew he had not long.
As an old man disillusioned.
And weary from his fight.
He spent in sad remembrance.
His final lonely night.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2016.
