The Old Man
He gazed up towards
the wall
From his position on
the floor
There stood trophies
and medal accolades
Yet to his eyes saw but
a blur
He bellowed a cry for
help
Yet no ears were
within range
No eyes were filled
with sympathy
No one asking this to
change
His heart longed for
his first sweetheart
Or for his late
mother dear
He craved the beat of
true love’s heart
A love he had not
known for years
The large bills in
his back pocket
Were neither
comforting kind
The Armani wrist upon
his hand
Daringly proclaimed
that it was time
And so he breathed
his last
Fear and anger filled
hollow eyes
The millionaire
wouldn’t be found for days
His possessions but
empty lies
...
The fly droned in the
man’s face
His son was quick whisked
it away
Then he kissed his
father’s forehead
This would be the day
He said ‘I’m going
home darling’
His wisdom flooded
all their ears
Not a dry eye left
the room
Each said ‘I love you’
between tears
He grasped the cross
upon his chest
With a cool and clammy
hand
He craved the sight
of Peter’s gates
For years he’d loved
upon this land
He’d fought with
strength for 6 long years
Since that trying
diagnosis day
He’d outlived the
expectations three fold
She was by his side
the whole way
He breathed his last
breath
The old man would
suffer no more
Peace swept through
the beloved soul
As the angel entered
Heaven’s doors
Two brothers, now men
Left the earth that
day
One lost in pocket
book and pen
And one loved as taught by the Way
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