The Silent Old Man – Billy Loving

Body bent and twisted 

Gnarled fingers gripping his cane 

Face weathered with age 

An old man enters the bar 

Perching himself upon the barstool 

Ordering a drink from the bartender 

Silently he sips one after another 

As the time ticks away 

Glazed eyes staring into nowhere 

I watched expectantly 

If only, his mind I could read 

What magnificent stories would lie within? 

Too late, I’ll never know 

As he wobbles out the door 

Disappointedly, I take a gulp 

And think of what might have been

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