Holding court in his corner,
Exchanging pleasantries with many,
Courtesies with some,
Generous with a few;
Finely cut features and thinning gray
Top a threadbare well-cut coat
And ever-present tie,
Speak of generations gone, a genteel time,
Of a gracious life
Nearing sunset.
Powerful antique presence
With a laptop (it could never be a Mac),
And a medical book to the fore,
He sleeps now slumped,
And maybe dreams
Of gaier days.
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