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-His-

-10 years old-
The quil shaking back and forth
forced by fists clinched; he was so mad
from losing ideas
he had invested in home work.
-20 years old-
The ink in a black blob,
pause.- That's his identity
in destiny lost
on a grid drawn up in his thoughts.
-30 years old-
The quil shaking back and forth
jotting experiences through time.
Wine helped ease the flow of
bubbling the mood through the worst.
-40 years old-
The ink in a black blob
got smaller the more that he searched,
trying to find himself,
Not realizing what he wrote was all wrong.
-50 years old-
The quil shaking back and forth,
not only helped him, but also others.
Cluttered embarrassments
went to helping other peoples self worth.
-60 years old-
The ink in a black blob,
splotched & spilled on the notepad
with empty meaning,
bleeding through endless thoughts.
-70 years old-
The quil shaking back and forth.
Worse with age but he could manage.
His heart collapsed from a heart
attack, and he was put on life support.
-80 years old-
The ink in a black blob
resembled his alzheimer's
as more spots of his life
diminished leaving behind his mark.