The Old Man

The old man lies waiting

For death or for visits

He’s not really sure

Just why he hangs on.

The old man sits waiting

Beside an old woman

His wife of forever

But only her body remains

The old man walks waiting

No smiles light his face

No gardens to gaze at

But for walks, he must go

The old man lies waiting

Waiting for failure

Waiting for endings

Almost relishing the day

The old man sits waiting

Staring out windows

Waiting for life

In the depressing old home

He grips your hand hard

The tears are there hiding

You don’t want to leave

But he’s waiting, bloody waiting

For you to go.