The Old Man

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.

 

Brian K. Walters