So, now,  my father you stand alone,
Inside your world, your silent zone,
With weary eyes you consume the room,
Your body has mastered the eventual gloom.

Through mindless years you toiled the Earth,
Each day with repetition, your pain gave birth,
You looked to the seasons to show you how,
What will you do, since impending death is now?

Neglected dreams lay wasting away,
The times you wished the words to say,
With lack of love you hurt those who cared,
The misadventures no longer there.

The loves of life who passed slippery on by,
With nights of regret, your soul still cried,
When on the brink of madness, you thought to say,
There's retribution with much hope left to pay.

So, stoically you now sit in the revolving chair,
Such weather-worn eyes, you remain and stare,
While waiting like a lifeless, worn, lost, angry man,
You endure the moment, the one last stand.