Solitaire
He stands on the corner and watches the crowd
From a distance with safety in mind
He smiles at their antics and applauds when it’s time
though he knows he's not one of their kind
Then he pulls up his collar and turns sadly away
stepping back into obscurity
Hands thrust in his pockets he hunches his back
and trudges away wearily
He follows the footpath avoiding the cracks
oblivious to life passing by
until he opens the door of his one bedroom flat
and wonders is this how he’ll die
He turns on the telly and watches the news
and comments with world weary sighs
At eleven o’clock he gets ready for bed
another numb day just passed by
Then he turns out the light and the loneliness comes
his constant companion and pain
he silently weeps as he drifts off to sleep
and Tomorrow's just more of the same
Copyright © David Wallace | Year Posted 2012
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