In The Chair!

Alone he died! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

In the chair the old man sat shivering

hardly moving as he was so cold

nobody else lived with him now

this was a such a proud man

at his age not wanting to fuss

felt guilty when he had to cuss!

Even with the heating allowance

could not afford the rising bills

now in his eighties very lonely

a retired soldier his mates gone

whose wife had died not long ago

fifty years united now time slow!

There in the house that filled his life

no children in all those years

was not what they had planned

outside he could hear the noise

youngster who had plagued him

with no will his life was grim!

A tear fell onto his freezing hand

now with no desire to carry on

glanced around at familiar things

with a sigh his eyes closed

a peaceful grin upon his face

joined his wife in…

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