He's staring at me with his big gloomy eyes,
each one looking at me
but he can't see me.
All he can see is nothing but a black light.
He tries to stand but he can't; he's too old now.
His bold hair sparks in the sun like a light.
His long legs try to fit in the small wheel chair like
a full grown man trying to put on kids clothes.
His toothless face looks like at me like like a jack o'lantern.
He lays in his bed in the sun light.
His voice makes an echo like two people trapped in a
cave calling for help.
His big head dangles over his body.
That's my papa.