Alone in the darkness
He’s feeling unwell
No heat from the fire
With no one to tell
The old man is hungry
He can’t make his meals
No one will call
To know how he feels
To weak now to move
He stares at the walls
Cold weak and hungry
Where nobody calls
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That so sad someone should visit him.