This old man

It's been a few days
Yes, indeed
I see a crouching man
Staring at his feet

He's not here
But I see as he lurks
Bringing clouds into spring
A truly cursed luck

The eyes of the past
Drowning out the light
Life's abandoned silhouette
Standing in my sight

Old perfume
Clean shirt
Dignified shoulders
Stands a shattered man

My sleeping heart threatened
These dried eyes a flood
And slowly it brought
Me into a time a far

When small hands had clasped
A finger of warmth
Only for a sharp swing
Of destiny's willful wrath

Cycle of hope
Tuned in for a melody
Singing, dare to dream of love
Dragged down in this irony

Yet after days and years
One hand holds on
Bringing 3 smiles, then 4
Life finally moves on

But soon this grown young man's
Feet caught up this rubble
Silently bidding goodbye
To the love of his life

Still, a stubborn light
Illuminated his face
Seeing the small hand grow
Living only for her sake

But alas,
This tragedy

The crouched man
Life's abandoned silhouette
Stands before me
Eyes dark and hollow

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