Known As Nothing...

he has a torn jacket and a cane that steadies his walk he doesn’t have much to say and no one listens when he talks shamefully seeking the right woman throughout his life a woman he found once in a while but never a wife nobody knows him even around his small town he always sits by the window as the rain comes down never being quoted or saying something worth hearing and often as he dreams his eyes start tearing he just sits quietly in his wooden home along with his days all the forest has grown no one wants his advice after all these years and through his doorway no one ever appears “That’s a very sad thing to be nothing” another old man once said along with waking up in the morning alone in your bed only the sun, moon and the stars are his friends and alone he walks into the darkness at his end