Broken Man

Wrinkles on his tender skin,
Eyes that are blue and yellow.
Thin lips that no longer manage a smile;
He's just a sorry, broken fellow.

Family: deceased, for quite some time, he's
Living out the remaining years alone.
He's the image of a teddy, lost in the dark;
Battered with age and so very worn.

He sits in an armchair all night and day,
Watching as life passes on by.
Trying to be positive, could life really be this bad?
Yet all he achieves is tears in his eyes.

Through the elderly years that he has lived,
To make it happy, he's done all that he can,
Yet all he's managed to do, all he's become
Is a tired and lonely broken man.