The Sale

T h e S a l e Near the end of a lonely road A home where an old man did reside Traffic parked all around the house Contents "For Sale", - the sign implied "He'd lived there as long as he could, - Ninety four years", I heard someone say Immediate family, now passed on At last, now he has moved away For decades, this had been his home How sad, he had to go Feeble hands, prevented tasks And steps were getting slow Furniture, battered, worn and aged Old radios, fans, and silverware Used garden tools, and books galore Some ordinary, but others rare So many items, inside and out In their time, each held their place Now little more than a cast-a-way His new address, had little space I'm sure within his memory bank Many younger days he recalled A telephone, - - the first TV, Or when a furnace, was installed Only a few items, now adorn The place he now abides A bed, a chair,and one small table A few special pictures, are his pride There to live out his final days Lonely hours, seem to have no end A highlight that would mean the most, Is a visit from family, - or a friend Colan L Hiatt = 09-24-13 © All Rights Reserved