The Sitter Poem by Billy Loving

Slowly wasting away
Returning to his chair everyday
Cancer eating away inside
Death soon to be his bride

Telling tales of days long gone
As the clock ticks ominously along
On a face so gaunt and thin
Sometimes a playful grin

Cuddled in morphine's embrace
A distant look upon his face
Periods of lucidity return
From this old man so much to learn

Together daily we sit
Filled with inevitability, no need to fret
Awaiting that final breathe
A goodbye, all that's left

Till then we make quite a pair
As he sits there in his chair
This frail old man and me
A different world through his eyes I see