The old man dwells in his chair
Gazing out through the still air
His memories are all that the man has
His years past
there is nothing left to plan
Age hasn’t been good to him
It shows in his eyes
Lost being on a warm breath
Yet he is still wise
Years have past by the man like nothing at all
Day by day memories last which he is able to recall
Not there
but still here
he is almost over the wall
His clock has begun to slow
the ticking a low groan
The numbers faded, the wood tarnished
yet he still stands tall
A climate of expiration surrounds him
Always somewhere to be felt
Not seen by his eyes
or heard by his ears
But death does dwell
Fear is long gone in the mans heart
He has grown to accept the fate which he must take part
All is behind him, his life is complete
Life took his breath
yet somehow life still seems sweet
