Yesterdays' Thoughts'

An old man standing on his porch The sun so hot it feel's like a torch Strawhat pulled down to shade his eyes In the distance he hears a lonesome Dove cry He works from sunup everyday,till late afternoon Stands on his porch, and looks at the moon He thinks of his wife and happier days But she is no more,God called her away He now lives all alone No one to share his humble home His children have moved far away Looking for a better way Tears in his eyes he wipes away His thoughts are of yesterday