Images of an Olden Man
Gazing outside his window
Wonders where the time was spent
Searching for something to follow
He's olden and forgotten
In the modern world outside
He's tired and he's beaten
His age he cannot hide
Images of an Olden Man
His eyes they tell it all...
A face whose seen many a year
the wrinkles reveal it all...
The hopes and dreams once dreamt of
Have passed forever on
They've shattered into reality
And the memories linger on...
Images of an Olden Man
Can be grave as they can see...
Many days of lost yester years
Add up miraculously...
He's lost and he's lonley
He hasn't anyone no more...
He hasn't any future...
He knows death is at his door...
Images of an Olden Man
Remembers back in time...
He has his head held in his hands
Pretending not to find...
Images of an Olden Man

I use to work in a woolen mill as a kid, (it's tough, hard work, dirty too)
with an old man. He worked every day of his life, retiring was out of the question. I caught him one day eating his lunch near the window, just staring out. He didn't realize I was watching him. I would worry about him he was soo frail. But he was at work everyday, he walked, didn't have a car. I think this was when I learned if you didn't do something with your life, well then life would do something to you. The last time I saw him he stroked out on the floor at work...so sad. I ran downstairs as fast as I could go calling out for my boss. He called for an ambulance,they put him in the ambulance and I never heard anything about him after that. My boss said he didn't know what happened. He had no family. But his gazing out that window haunted me for the longest time so I wrote this poem.