His hands were gnarled through over use

The skin on the back of his hands hung slack

His veins stood out like roads on a map

I think there was still a sparkle in his eye.

He hardly ever spoke now,

Quite often saliva drooled

 From out of one corner of his mouth

But there was so much going on

Inside of his head.

He would still lift his head now and then

A smile formed across his mouth

He would nod in acknowledgement

Then mumble something no one could hear

I think there was still a sparkle in his eye.

Then two pretty nurses came for him

Smiled and told him it was time for his bath

There was definitely a sparkle in his eye.

 <o:p></o:p>