Old man sitting alone in the dark.
What was just yesterday,
Now a long distant memory.
Oh, the past lurks behind all of us.
In silence, rocking endlessly,
Without purposeful intent,
Without a breath of protest.
Old man sitting in the dark,
Watching the parade,
Of unrealized hopes, denied ambitions,
Of dreams that withered and died.
The darkness hides so much,
And can be a Master speaking softly.
But the light of day still whispers promised truth,
To an old man sitting alone in the dark.
jem © 2018
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