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Abandonment
He feels like an abandoned place
Something given no concern
Gone to not return
The tears flow down his face
His spirit in disgrace
Like a lover spurned
Like a lesson left unlearned
The loser in life's race
Not unloved as he believes
It is he who can't recall
Memories his mind can no longer chase
Not remembering what he achieved
Nor the reason the tears fall
Running cold down his lost face
Subject: Gerry Clifford
Author: Cie
Form: Beymorlin sonnet, Petrarchan form
http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/sonnet/beymorlin.html
Dedicated to Malcolm Young
Dementia destroys beautiful minds
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