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
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