TWILIGHT YEARS Days of youthful promise left well behind A tired old soul, destined to be alone Wondering about the fate of lost friends On the park bench, he now sits on his own Thoughts of days past, flicker and slowly fade Children he had, now left to go their own way All grown, and raising families of their own Maybe they will come over and see him today Hands in his pockets with shoulders hunched A cold wind ruffles what’s left of his grey hair The odd tear trickles down the side of his face His sad old eyes showing a look of despair Each new day seems to go faster than the last No one here to talk to, and no one left to share None concerned about his wants or thoughts Living out his life, alone with no one to care Light fades, as the sun dips below the horizon A slight twitch to his lips indicates a faint smile It’s time for the old man to head to his abode Old memories have warmed his heart for a while Returning to his small, lonely, one-room flat With its cot propped up against the far wall Only the barest of necessities furnish his home Preventing the chance of any unexpected fall Give a little reflection for those who sit alone Spare a small moment and think of their plight Do we give any thought to those in their sunset Or forget them, the moment they’re out of sight