Old Man Lost The chilling dawn breaks Over the teal blue lake, Where he sits in his little boat Wrapped in a tattered coat. He fishes alone as always Daydreaming of yesterdays, An old man lost in his mind With dreams of happier times. Atop the hill over the moor His wife lies asleep evermore, Neath a simple cross of white Gleaming in morning sunlight. Longingly he stares at the cross Feeling hopelessly lost, Trapped in time completely alone, Left to face life on his own. A childless marriage had they Fate had ordained it that way, As he hears the cry of doves He knows there is no one to love. No one to care or think of him, No one will call on a whim, And there is no soul he can call, There are no loved ones at all. The morning mist rises from shore As wrinkled hands begin to oar, The waves lap at the boat sides, He bows his gray head and cries. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 11-25-04 Return   Poetry By Ken   Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone