Old Man

Sitting in a rocking chair Staring out the window The old man thinks quietly Of all the people he used to know He waits for someone that will see And want to know his history Cause from his window, the old man stares For someone who knows him, and might even care He thinks of the day when he will die A few people will show, but no one will cry People wonder who the old man is But no one knows of the life he lives He imagines all the things he would like to do If he had a normal life like me and you But every day he stays at home Tired, weak and all alone