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Philips life review

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He lies peacefully in his bed

Now his permanent home

Where he rules all he surveys

Often entertaining many who drop by

With smiles and laughter

Pointing and non-stop talking happy with the attention

From the many he knew in years long passed

Many come and he welcomes them

Though no one else can see.

Nonetheless the attention that he favors them with,

Is real,

Patiently listening to what they have to say

Reliving past episodes,

That brings forth tears of joy and sorrow

Going over and reviewing his life.

A good life it seems since he is often at peace with his living memories

One day he laughs and cries at the same time

Pondering something done to him

Uncomprehending of the meaning

Or the why of it all.

I held his hand

Then embraced him until it passed,

Once over

It was brought up no more.

A quiet man gentle to a fault

His voice always soft even when angry

Which soon passes replaced by his smile.

Again open to whomever I represent

An image from his long colorful past.

One day he introduced me to many of his friends

I responded with my hello

With only silence my greeting returned

Nonetheless honored that he would think me worthy

To be known by his friends present only to his inner sight.

Most of the time he is at peace

Smiling as if he has a secret that no one else knows.

Present to a reality hidden from those like me

Since it is not yet my time

To enter the world of reviewing my life

With the living images from my past.

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You know it's really amazing how you write your experiences in prose. I can barely make a sentence and you write so eloquently. That was moving. :yes:

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Thank you friend, it is something I just starting doing about a year or so ago.

It allows me to express myself on an emotional level, something I am not always good at.



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