Solitary Man
Solitary old man, seventy six years old
Always has been tired and lonely
all day long, Sits on his chair
Besides his late wife, no one has sat by his side
Had three children of his own
No one's ever called up on him
Sits rocking in his chair
Looking straight into nowhere
The neighbours walk by
Shaking their heads
They unwillingly wave their hands
Offer a fake cheerful smile
Yet he’s as lonely, as anyone gets
Time keeps slipping by, slowly at best
No garden to tend to, the weeds have the court
Shadow of ages, keeps choking his heart
Solitary old man, still sits there all day long
No one to tell, if he were dead
Yet no one checked, no one cared
His chair rocked all day, no children to play
He’s missing from his spot
Hours went by, no one cares
Days go by, still not there
He’s found his peace, rid of this disease
His children showed up, not to his grave
Just to settle matters, on who gets the house
No one would live this in this mouldy old place
It was left to die in servitude, as its lonely owner
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