Category : Poems

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He is old in age, but young at heart.
Taking care of him is deemed my part.
He is full of love at a bitter old age.
His bedroom sadly has become his cage.
At ninety six, you tend to lose your zeal.
But this gentleman hasn't lost his ability to feel.
I love being with him, even though it's my job.
He doesn't cry and in turn I don't sob.
Harry is a king amongst mere mortal men.
His heart is so big, it should be multiplied by ten.