Harden Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Harden from life’s despair,
lose of work,
dialysis six moths then gone,
transplants first kidney,
than pancreases,
life again normal then gone,
harden by unfilled dreams,
labor lost,
days of searching,
stone face from withed tears,
no longer useful in my later years,
knowledge means nothing,
it becomes a cruse,
you might know to much,
and replace me first,
so don’t come looking,
old fool that you are,
I need shiny and new,
you have to many miles on you.