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Source: Adults

Author: paul athorne

Title: memories of an old man

He’s  one  of  many  who  fought  in  the  war.
A  medal  to  prove  it  and  a  scar  to  show.
Look  at  him  sipping  his  tea  from  a  saucer.
Has  no  grandchildren  though  he  once  had  a  daughter.
She  left  him.  She  just  forgets  him.

Wasting  away  the  years  he  has  left.
Waiting  for  the  day  that  will  soon  bring  his  death.
Just  a  frail  old  man  with  nothing  to  give.
A  pale  old  man  who  just  wants  to  live. 
Live  out  his  memories.  He  still  has  his  memories.

Look  at  him  cleaning  the  mementoes  of  his  life.
Carefully  wiping  the  picture  of  his  wife.
He’s  been  a  widower  for almost  a  year.
As  the  memories  flood  back  he  wipes  away  a  tear.
From  his  gleaming  eye.  Why  did  she  have  to  die?

Listen  to  the  chimes  on  the  clock  he’s  acquired.
A  present  made  to  him  on  the  day  he  retired.
Left  on  his  own  with  no  company.
Left  all  alone  with his  saucer  of  tea.
And  his  memories.  No  one  can  take  away  his  memories.
Feeling  low  down  a  little  rejected.
No  one  around  but  then  no  one  expected.
Sitting  in  the  shadow  of  the  walls  that  surround  him.
Looks  through  the  window  as  the  world  spins  around  him.
But  what  does  he  care.  All  he  can  do  is  stare.

Noises  of  the  city  echo  in  his  ears.
What  a  shame  what  a  pity  they  can’t  turn  back  the  years.
Look  at  him  smoking  his  favourite  pipe.
Watching  the  years  of  his  life  turn  ripe.
With  his  memories.  He  still  has  his  memories.

Memories  of  an  old  man  dreaming  of  his  past.
Dreams  that  will  last.  For  the  rest  of  his  days.
Memories  of  an  old  man  thinking  of  the  past.
Thoughts  that  will  last.

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