The Old Man
Two small girls, barely six, skip their way home, the ribbons in their hair flying in the breeze
The man sits in his chair
He's a tattered man, his elderly face lined with time, but a certain kindness dances about him
He smiles at the girls, but they point at him and giggle
His face droops, and the man stares on
A young woman walks her dog down the street
The man sits in his chair
He waves at the woman, but she looks away
He sighs, and the man stares on
A family of three slowly bike through the trees
The man sits in his chair
He looks toward the family, they take no notice of him
He turns away, and the man stares on
A crying child scrapes his knee and falls to the floor
The man sits in his chair
He offers the child a hand and a hug, but the toddler runs away
He looks down at his hands, and with downcast eyes the man stares on
Two small girls, barely six, skip their way home, the ribbons in their hair flying in the breeze
The chair sits empty
A young woman walks her dog down the street, and a family of three slowly bike through the trees
The chair sits empty
A child happily runs around, then falls and scrapes his knee
The chair sits empty
The toddler curiously stares towards the chair, and sits down on the carved wood
He begins to cry without reason, and looks towards the street in front of him
The child clings to the whisper of the soul he never knew, and slowly lets go
The guardian angel arrives in heaven
The child sits in his chair,
And the man stares on