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Vincenzo Ricardo lived all alone
Diabetic, and blind—left all on his own. For a year, no one saw him- For a year no one cared So a man sat dead, while his TV blared. Electric unpaid, but the lights were still on- Yet Vinnie Ricardo was long, long gone. The mail piled up- No one saw him go out- Tho’ they were used to seeing him Wandering about. As the tree in the forest fell With no one to hear… So Vinnie sat dead For over a year. Out of sight, out of mind, As the days moved forward Just a crabby old man Whom the neighbors ignored. But they all knew he needed Help reading his mail And for trips to the bank In this Long Island dale. He was just an old man Who needed a friend, No one deserves This lonely an end. They all were aware-- But they just didn’t care.
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