There's an old man who lives all alone Deep inside a world of his own No one knows the pain that he feels No one knows his wounds that won't heal He's all alone when darkness falls Sitting in the shadows of his own four walls And when morning comes it brings no relief Just another day in his life of grief As the seconds tic away stealing his time He doesn't see it as much of a crime Tic away Tic away Tic away Tic away
04/08/2005
Author's Note: Harry Balcom was my inspiration For this one He was a great guy to be around. Him and Grampa Pat Marshall would tell us kids some tales. Fun memories that stay with you.
Another great poem, Thomas, where the rhyme scheme drives the poem, rather than making me aware of it. Yes, in a way, the shape is almost like a grandfather clock. It's on my favorites list, because heaven knows, I've had times I've felt like that. Great work!
~Chelle~