THE OLD MAN
By Charles Deemer
He is so old
His legs are weak
His shriveled lips
Can hardly speak
But with his cane
He makes his way
And very soon
He’ll pass away
My father’s dad
He knew him well
There are so many
Tales to tell
When he was young
He took a bride
Now he is old
He seems to hide
He has no friends
They all are dead
He’s very strange
Somebody said
And so you see him
All alone
His children have
Left him and gone
But he can eat
And pay his rent
And then somehow
His time is spent
He seems to wait
And wait again
Why does he wait?
He has no friends
He is so old
He soon will die
To whom can this man
Say goodbye?
But Death will take him
As her own
And then the old man
Won’t be alone