The old man sits alone at home
It is way past bedtime, or way
too early. No matter, though,
being old and alone, he can sleep
any time any day, sitting upright
in his chair or lying in bed, either
way is okay.
In the past he had those folks
who told him what to do.
Wives, now all gone, friends
who gave up on him, and children
who rarely stop by anymore.
He’s oddly grateful, though, for
what he has to say is useless,
repetitive drivel anyway.
The fires of his desires smoldered
away long ago. He never achieved
fortune or notoriety, and pretty
much has lost his mental acuity
and physical stability.
It took all these years for him to
eventually achieve glorious peace
and goddamned quiet.
Greatness in his lifetime has come
to him, Its whisper is silence. He
folds his arms satisfied and closes
his eyes. He has survived all the
trials and tribulations of life.
He is not the first nor shall he be
the last to inch across the finish
line. He snickers, turns his head
slightly to the right in thoughtful
delight...good night.
-30-
Chris Hanch 4-28-2023
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