Lost. Lonely, and Heartbroken
I saw an old man upon
his stoop he sat,
And in his wrinkled hand
A hat!
He recollects the memories
Of laughter he once knew,
But sits alone now...
Just with a suitcase
And a pair of old shoes.
He waits, seem for hours,
For someone he does not know,
To take him away to a strange place,
Where they say it is so cold with snow.
But he knows down deep within,
There is hope and comfort too,
He will lay aside his burdans of
Sadness, wrinkles, suitcase, hat and shoes.
He will close his eyes in death
And sail to worlds unknown
To a land that's call Heaven,
Where he will never again be alone!
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