The Old Man's Final Words
An old mad sitting alone
No friends or family comes to see him
He shares his space with his only true friend
A typewriter he used for so many years
Together they created
They wrote a million words
Words that came from his twisted mind
Came also from a heart long ago broken
A heart that was never repaired
Writing about love, death, war and peace
A million words that people read
Some were read and thrown away
Others were remembered and shared
Still others changed lives in ways he never knew
With all that no one knew his name
He knows that time is coming to an end
Searching his mind he tries to find the right words
Words that express just how he feels
His mind strains as his heart weakens
Key by key he strokes his friend
Letters appear on a blank white page
The old man looks at what he had written
He smiles as he takes his last breath
The typewriter seems to smile back
There are only three words written
Three words that expressed just how the old man felt
“Go to Hell,” was all he wrote
Maybe, just maybe those were the right words
Maybe they are the words that will be remembered
Now that the old man is gone
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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