Poetry

Water for Elephants [POEM]

Water For Elephants


He sits there
Old and withered
His hands wrinkled and creased
His skin hangs from his bones
In a flash he is young again
His hair full
His eyes not hidden behind half-closed lids
There are no liver spots upon his hands
And he has his own teeth
He looks in the mirror
He is old again
His body frail and thin
He sits in a wheel chair
And thinks over what might have been
He wants and apple
A simple apple
Tired of nursing home mush
He wants to see the circus
He worked at the circus
That's where he'd met his crush
He'd cared for the animals
He trained the elephant
In a circus of lies and deceit
With a ringmaster as cruel as the night was dark
And a man known to mistreat
He was friends with the short guy
The clown of the train
He friends with the codger
Who drank all his worries away
These are all memories
All fading fast
He sits there
Old and withered
His hands wrinkled and creased
And all he yearns for is an apple
For his teeth

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I normally dont write an Author's Note for my poetry pieces, but this poem was for a book I read once, called "Water for Elephants". It was about an old man reliving his past through memories, even though he's old and now in a nursing home. If you havent read it, i HIGHLY recommend this book. I really Really REALLY enjoyed it. :] -R.Vice