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when does it happen

this time and place in his life

where he become translucent

barely audible

words unacknowledged

his presence is camouflaged, undetectable.

No longer a child or young man

A friend or lover,

A solider , provider

A grandad, or somebody’s brother

He’s just the man , who lives in that house

In every town, in every street

At the window

He always smiles, and waves hello

For the last time

They gather his bags

The taxi has come

It’s time to go

By Debbie Dalton



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