Solitaire

He stands on the corner and watches the crowd From a distance with safety in mind He smiles at their antics and applauds when it’s time though he knows he's not one of their kind Then he pulls up his collar and turns sadly away stepping back into obscurity Hands thrust in his pockets he hunches his back and trudges away wearily He follows the footpath avoiding the cracks oblivious to life passing by until he opens the door of his one bedroom flat and wonders is this how he’ll die He turns on the telly and watches the news and comments with world weary sighs At eleven o’clock he gets ready for bed another numb day just passed by Then he turns out the light and the loneliness comes his constant companion and pain he silently weeps as he drifts off to sleep and Tomorrow's just more of the same