He rolls slowly down the corridor
easing......
like an old subway car
making the last stop of its career
a slow restless pause just before the last step
and he stops
head heavy just as the dim lights of the car
heart pounding
as the motors' last strained whirs rotate
He is worn and used
but proud
He has been......
and can only hope to again someday BE
that is all... to BE
no lofty plan...simply..to BE....
