The world is beset with problems he can’t solve.

He  sits in the midst of comfort  and sees distress.

As he has  grown old he has lost  so much resolve

to want to be of help. He must now confess.


He sees  the world go by and nothing more

does he but watch, or retreat with pleasant sleep

right there in his recliner. Things he deplores

he may ignore. If not, he would surely weep.


It’s not  that he ever did much to change the landscape

but he used to try .  He was quite involved

with  the issues of his day .  He did not escape

the lure of indifference, but was prone to problem solve.


He’s  like a balloon that has started losing air.

He seems to have  lost the energy to care.

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