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.
