Sad Sighs
over eighty but still smiley and spry
he met each new day with joy in his eyes
he loved to golf and he loved to bowl
both were his fun and fulfilling goals
one day playing golf with his skilled swing
he scored below par - his favorite thing
he rushed home - happy he had done so well
grabbed his wall phone - there were friends to tell
beginning to dial - he soon lost his smile
as feelings bombed - he just stood awhile
leaning on a wall - he thought of his friends ....
sadly - no one to call - every good life ends
phased and depressed that on that day
truth had hurt his old heart that way
he gasped sad sighs - sank into a chair
and prayed to turn numb then and there
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2021
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