Genius. By themischievousannaMay 16, 2015 ( 2 ) All that he had learned, Was gone the day he died He tried to tell us, he tried. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: ArtTags: art, fiction&poetry, genius, horror, life, people, philosophy, photography, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles How it feels to deteriorate. By themischievousanna1 week ago ( 0 ) Accountable Excision. By themischievousanna3 weeks ago ( 0 ) The Volley of Questionables. By themischievousanna4 weeks ago ( 0 ) 2 comments › Laine Anne Theodore May 16, 2015 • 11:29 am Many years ago, I was an activity director in a long term care center. I witnessed the truth of your poem many times. LikeLike Reply ↓ Daedalus Lex May 16, 2015 • 4:50 pm Love the double-take rhythm of that last line! LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.