He stands there alone studying his list
The warmth making his glasses mist
He squints at the words scribbled down
He didn’t want to go to town
He just needs a few essential things
Stuff his friend usually brings
But now he’s isolated
Alone, desperate, ill-fated
The shelves are ransacked bare
There’s nothing there
He shuffles on his feet
And wonders what he’ll have to eat
He feels an ache in every bone
Contemplates the long walk home
Energy and hope are wearing thin
For old folk just like him
He’s had some troubles in his time
Now let’s make them yours and mine