Colan Hiatt Poet Quatrain

The Sale

T h e   S a l e

Near the end of a lonely road
A home where an old man did reside
Traffic parked all around the house
Contents "For Sale", -  the sign implied

"He'd lived there as long as he could, -
Ninety four years", I heard someone say
Immediate family, now passed on
At last, now he has moved away

For decades, this had been his home
How sad,  he had to go
Feeble hands, prevented  tasks
And steps were getting slow

Furniture, battered, worn and aged
Old radios, fans, and silverware
Used garden tools, and books galore
Some ordinary, but others rare

So many items, inside and out
In their time, each held their place
Now little more than a cast-a-way 
His new address, had little space

I'm sure within his memory bank
Many younger days he recalled
A telephone, - - the first TV,
Or when a furnace, was installed

Only a few items, now adorn
The place he now abides
A bed, a chair,and one small table
A few special pictures, are his pride

There to live out his final days
Lonely hours, seem to have no end
A highlight that would mean the most,
Is a visit from family, - or a friend  

        Colan L Hiatt  =  09-24-13
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Judy Konos May 23, 2015 at 9:46 PM Hi Colan, I'm back...had taken your poem to the family as I said but Brother is recovering from his brain tumor surgery in rehab and soon will come home...so thanks

Colan Hiatt May 3, 2015 at 6:19 PM Thanks for the kind comments. The first two verses were conceived from an ACTUAL observation I encountered one morning while stopping at some "yard-sales." I feel it is a "down-where-the-rubber-meets-the-road," composition. I trust that some readers may be able to resonate with it, and pray it will make someone's day a little brighter. = Colan

Darlene Gifford May 3, 2015 at 8:04 AM Your poem, Colan, tells it like it is! And will remind others to go visit their elderly relatives. So you have done a service here. But one thing the elderly have to look forward to is the fact that they are leaving their home, no matter how nice, for a Mansion in heaven that Jesus offers to all who accept Him as their Savior. One last breath here is the first breath in Heaven. Peace, Darlene

Judy Konos May 3, 2015 at 6:17 AM Excellent! but I wondered how did you know I was going to visit my brother today? Thank you, I will print this and take it for the family to read.... Colan Hiatt May 23, 2015 at 8:47 PM Hi Judy: Thanks for your kind response ! I trust it will serve the intended purpose, as you share it with your family. May God's blessings abide with you ! Colan