Old Mr. T.

I befriended an elderly Christian man who was very lonely and  probably deep in dementia,  This poem is true:




                                                                   With only a
                                                                          cane for support,
                                                                                      the old man
                                                                     slowly unfolds the
                                                                             note that he
                                                                                       has written.
                                                                     He wants me
                                                                            to help him
                                                                                       escape from
                                                                     some imaginary enemy.
                                                                             I try to
                                                                                            tell him
                                                                     that my car
                                                                            will not travel
                                                                                            as far
                                                                     as his mind
                                                                             wants it to
                                                                                       now go.