The Man In The Sun

Picture Six.

i sit an old man in the fast fading sun

thinking of days i could play, i could run

sitting here at the table, cane by my side

wishing i were that young age; when i still had pride

my friends are the past and my wife is but a thought

i wish for her hand again, without her i feel i rot.

its as lonely as ever at my table for two

one glass of water one chair one bag too

there should be another across this table top

but she's gone now and i stay here awaiting my hearts stop.

i walk back to my room and to my wife's old photograph

and remember the days when she could make me laugh

i can hear that old noise maker that garbage eating racoon

i'll clean up after him tomorrow morning, or maybe afternoon

its dark out now and the moon is my light

i kiss my picture wife gently and whisper goodnight.

Author's Note

For a contest. had to choose from six pictures and write something on the picture i chose...

Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

This piece is nice. The passed-away wife seems to be the thought most people have when they write about this one. Very good, though. I like that it rhymes. ;) Thanks for entering the contest! Telll your friends. ;)
KH