The man sits
In his chair
Mumbling words that
No one will ever understand.

In his left hand,
He carries a cane
So he won't fall,
But he still does.

He's young at heart,
With a smile a mile wide,
But at the end of the day,
He's frowning again.

His hands shake,
And even though he thinks
Everything will be okay in the end,
He knows that it won't.

And at the end of the day,
He takes his last breath,
And he's
G o n e.