His years became of age, of breath
Of yesterdays and nothing left
But sit beside near panes of glass
Waiting for them, visit their last
His Ford once white nearly as gray
Sits in garage not on display
At car shows of younger years
Antique now is as he appears
He makes his way daily just through
Another day, hellos a few
With those who share a place where life
Moves much more slowly but without wife
You see she came and lived but went ahead
Of him who sleeps barely on the same bed
For ill became what he so loved
Her missed so much still much thought of
Alone sitting for hours on end
A peace of mind often he tends
To doze off to where young were days
Young, in love again he strays
The war took limb but not his heart
He came back home alive to start
A family some he outlived
His last too young to say they lived
He keeps Gold ring upon his finger
A sign of life that once too lingered
A better time to kiss and tell
His love back then today still tells
Tales to those who seem to need
A song to sing upon life feed
On stories, on his depend
Capsules of time, Whaaat? say again
