Chosen Fate?
Here he sits in front of me
A shadow of what he could be
Sitting in the dark and cold
Sitting here just growing old
Did he choose to be this way?
To sit here, lonely every day
Alone, without love in his life
Never a partner or a wife
Why would he want to be like this?
Have no one in his life to miss
No soul does he expect to see
No friend to keep him company
As I leave and say goodbye
I still can’t help, but wonder why
This gentleman kind and sincere
Is growing old alone in here
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