A man ruined by the Depression makes one final grasp at the life he once led.
Contrasting the pain and the dignity of aging. “Working and sweating in the afternoon sun, | Old man joints aching and creaking, | Dust floating up and onto his old jeans…”
Forgetfulness is “a pool of quicksand, without depth | Swirling in a rapid and ceaseless vortex.”
A pair of socks leads the author to reflect on the impact his choices have made on his life