The elderly man was lonely since his wife had died
he would not accept help had his pride.
Not an easy life and a soldier in the last world war
but nobody seemed to care any more.
What he did for his king and country just history
his life was in the past to most a mystery!
Finding it difficult without Mary to face each day
his depression would not go away.
Two grown up children they never came to call
not since Mary had died after the fall.
Living in the same house for nearly fifty-two years
they were so happy now shed only tears.
He lost the will to live so Ben fell into endless sleep
no longer for that burden to keep.
Twelve months later neighbours reported a smell
lingering where from they could not tell.
There were a few relatives that could be found
when he was buried in the ground!
But Ben was now by his wife’s side once again.
At least she loved him and cared!
The Foureyed Poet.