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Old man sits alone,
With his memories,
His body
aches,
His vision blurred.
Old man once young,
Once a warrior,
A Father,
A
Grandfather.
Old man sits and thinks,
Of young love,
He once
knew,
In days now gone.
Old man sits alone,
With his memories,
Of
dances,
And distances.
Old man once young,
Was a builder,
A husband,
An
Uncle.
Old man sits and thinks,
Of stories,
That he
knows,
From days now gone.
Old man sits alone,
And remembers,
Many things.
Who will listen?
