The Loner. - Poem by PAUL COLVIN
The old man sits so all alone
And stares into grey walls of stone
His gaze falls on the wooden floor
That creaks and creeps towards the door
A pensive look, he’s deep in thought
His own company, that’s all he’s got
Sitting upright, legs outstretched
Untouched, the ale, the girl fetched
It sits there still but near to hand
Which he will drink, on his command.
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