He sits and waits all day and night <br />I wonder what he is thinking <br />He grabs his breakfast and takes a bite <br />I wonder what he's drinking <br />An old man who's wife just died <br />Now alone with all the time <br />Could he be asking for his final ride <br />To take him to his prime? <br />He's loved and lost a few times now <br />His loss now might be his last <br />For his age shows through his furrowing brow <br />Unlike his mystical past <br />He's been a neighbour for so long <br />Never revealing his life to the world <br />He never tried hard to belong <br />Since he lost his little girl <br />On his chair, he seems so old <br />With the colour flushed from his face <br />His skin has gone deathly cold <br />It seems he has gone with grace <br />I never knew the old man well <br />But i feel a sorrowing pain <br />I say goodbye as my eyes swell <br />And I close the curtains on the rain.<br /><br />Joseph Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-old-man-4/
