Aged and Weak and DyingA Poem by Rc R. VagilidadA mundane epistle of dying men and women of Asilo de Molo. An asylum for the abandoned senile.
"In stagnancy I know my place, any better than before."
I come in silence, and sat there in the corner Out of bliss of this sealed abode. I speak of nothing, comes forth my wondering mind.... of how wonderful life would have been. I may not see, and will cripple forever... But I can still breathe, that is the only thing no one can get from me. I may say I am abandoned, But I will smile and stay... I will eat the same dish and will make the same smile of disgust. I can never be that 'someone' fifty years ago, any longer. Or that 'someone' who had tried loving the young children, the 'youth' ---- Because right now I should love myself. © 2009 Rc R. VagilidadReviews
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Added on May 15, 2009AuthorRc R. VagilidadAvenida Quezon Street Sibalom, Antique, Western Visayas, PhilippinesAboutTHIS IS MY ARTWORK. Come see me at Facebook. Favorite Quotation: "If you can't have sex, get a good massage. The endorphins will do the work, but please go for the massage." It's been 21 ye.. more..Writing
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