The Bitter Old Soul
Standing alone
Out in the field
He looked upon the world
A bitter old soul.
His life
Filled with pain
His heart had been hardened to them
all
As they one by one turned their backs
on him.
Never trying to understand him.
Instead, they just rejected him.
If only they had tried.
They would have known how deeply
he could have loved.
And now,
Here he stands.
The wind whispers in his ear
The moon casting his shadow into the
grass.
Once again alone.
His eyes are tired.
His soul is broken.
His smile is gone.
His faith destroyed.
He wishes he could go back
And try to make them understand.
But instead,
He stands alone in a field,
A broken old man.
He knows what they will say
When he is gone
They will sneer
And make jokes
A life wasted
Because of his bitter old soul.
No comments:
Post a Comment