The Saddest Portrait

SEEING through the window, are clouds which move slow or maybe the dozing fellow has decided to recall of the vibrant days as he digs deep into his bag of memories Alas! He's all left alone now Everything has gone; tears have gone too... All his left with is a rocking chair and an old radio from which rock music makes but rather unpleasant noise for him... He's deep into those clouds, white as the memories pure... Unmoved by the cares of life. There's an old painting on the wall, He was a young stallion he was.. With a smile embracing his young daughter on the left and to the right a beautiful lady with a yellow flower placed on her right ear... It is the only image caught in time apart from his own in those clouds.