The Old Man In The Hall Poem by Billy Loving

Blankly staring face
So many memories trying to erase
Listless, unfocused eyes
While inside he cries
Of love lost, he contemplates
As a cloudy vision abates
A clearer picture starts to appear
Of someone he holds so dear
Long since gone away
Their companionship, such a short stay
Solitary tear trickles down
Face contorted into a frown
In his wheelchair, he sits
His past life, he never forgets
Time has took it's toll
Still vibrant, his soul
Slowly he starts to wheel away
Gone to enjoy the sunshine for another day