The Old Man






I’ve been alone for many years

I wonder if I can even shed a tear

So long ago I ceased to care

To protect a heart withered and bare



The sun still shines

Yet it’s warmth I no longer feel

I hide behind time

In fantasy it has the power to heal



I see children laugh at this playground

Why is it for me there is no sound

I see her loving eyes and beautiful face

I wake and realize her I can not embrace



What an evil game

To curse me with memories again

To wake a beast that should have slept

Time has stolen promises kept



She walks with him

Failing to rejoice I hate him for that

My heart and soul have died

All my tears have been cried.



So here I sit

On this cold bench alone

I wish this nightmare would end

Every time I walk home