I write with the crippled hands of an old man

I write with the words that crawl from my mind

I write till ink runs from the corners of my mouth

I speak the words of the speechless

I speak from the crevices of the soul

I speak with the passion of the once great lover

I see people disintegrate in the world today

I see the wrongs in existence

I hope for a better humanity

I hope to see the light at the end of the tunnel

I feel love, see hope, and change the outlook on life