It seems so current
Insignificant
I'm a risk
A hazard

Toxic for the heart
Turned away
Rejected
I'm left
Cold, frail, dying the last days

They don't talk
Communicate
Or even share a smile
They haven't spoken
I haven't seen them
She'll get wed, without him there

My underwear is soiled
I smell
Don't get near me.
I bruise easily
I sleep constantly
Nazis separated my family
Haven't seen my brother or sister

And now my great grandchildren
Have lost a grandfather
My son
He is dead, and he doesn't even know it.


© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.12.11:27:51@599BroadwayNYC