The man behind the dark glasses
Motionless in bed like a flag with no wind
Expressionless in bed like a still lake with no ripples
The race against death, lost
Confined in hospice
The clock ticks and time flies in “Eko”
Empathy in full supply
Removed from life amongst the census of the living
He draws breath from the wind across the face of the lake
His life in apparition, from BC to AD
Reduced to a vegetative state, he remains obedient to his fate and call
No need to cry now, his time is near
His life in a bottle sailing through a cave
The shadow of death looms large like Dying Gaul
Perils of falling stalactites
Broken bottles, broken dreams
Broken boats, lives, sailing out in open lakes
In remission, in darkness and silence
In withdrawal, in shock and awe
He slumps
There is light at the end of the tunnel
There is light at the end of the cave
There is joy around the world
He lives on
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'Eko' is what the natives of Lagos, Nigeria (Yorubas') call the capital city.
David Beckham
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-behind-the-dark-glasses/
