An Old Man's Tears Poem by Trevor Dion

I'm home

all alone

not a sound in the house

not even a mouse

As the fire roars

I sit there with my thoughts

There is a knock at the door

I go see who it is

As I get near

A gun goes off

then the door is broken down

and I'm on the ground

bleeding now

Guys with masks storm in

The bleeding gets bad

They're stealing stuff that I've lived with for years

and all I can do is die

I start to cry

not because I am about to die

or my stuff is gone forever more

It's because people can be so poor

that they have to knock at an old man's door.