A man alone in a room
Lit only by a bedside lamp
Only memories keep him company now
He filters through old photographs
Pictures of another world, another life
A dream which still plays
In his mind from time to time
He has known and lost love
Known sweet joy and deep sorrow
He has written diary's
Poetry and a biography never to be read
A half bottle of scotch
Lays on the bed beside him
Occasionally he takes a hit
Just to warm the body
Remind him he is still awake
He is aged beyond his years
Yet he is young to some
This is just another picture
Another life, another world
Going on as we all live our lives
In the turn of the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem makes me wonder if we can see the lonely man!