Old man

By Stef   

Sitting in a rocking chair
Staring out the window
The old man thinks quietly
Of all the people he used to know

He waits for someone that will see
And want to know of his history
Cause from his window, the old man stares
For someone who knows him, and might even care

He thinks of the day when he will die
A few people will show, but no one will cry
People wonder who the old man is
But no one knows of the life he lives

He imagines all the things he would like to do
If he had a normal life like me and you
But every day he stays at home
Tired, weak and all alone

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