The Old Man

He sits alone in the house all day,
glances up at the clock on the wall
So many lonely hours go by
No-one comes to call
He sits and thinks of days gone by
the happy times he had
He smiles as he remembers
when he was a young lad
Then he remembers the first of March
the day he took his bride
More than fifty years ago
she stood there by his side
He glances up at her empty chair
he feels empty too inside
he feels the tears upon his cheeks
the tears he cannot hide
And as he cries he wonders why
for him life must go on
Because the only thing he had to live for
has now gone
All that he has left of her
Is a faded photograph
and in that smiling face
fading memories of the past

I wrote this many years ago, after the death of my nanna. My grandad and I were very close and I could feel his pain, as well as my own.
God bless you both x