The Old Man


The old man sits alone in his chair
reminiscing of happier years,
his hearing is not as sharp anymore
and his eyes are oft clouded with tears.

He remembers his childhood and how with help
he'd feed the goats and do his chores,
and in later years how tough it was
when the world was plagued with wars.

He thinks of the beautiful young girl he wed
and of the love that they had,
and how together they'd shared their lives
and endured the good with the bad.

Now his family are grown and all moved away
and are living lives of their own,
so he sits there and stares, and holds back the tears
as he waits for his call to go home.

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