Moving slower these days he makes
his move, another trip to where personal
matters are attended to
Alone he dines in still lighting
candles of yesterdays and maybe
one more day he calls tomorrow
His second pair of eyes twisted
somewhat as the metal frame
saw better days, a better world
Loneliness became his friend and for his
part has coversations to be social if just
to keep awake
The phone does not ring as it did
so many times before, before coming
to this
Old has become his way of life
News of others that checked out
is of great interest as he wonders
how many more like him are still around
Tired of his favorite chair, he rises
once again to peer out his bedroom window
just to watch the Sun set and the Moon rise
Ending another day and coming of age is
becoming of him