Old Man in a Chair

Old man in a chair

Sitting silent with a cold stare

Watching the window to the outside

Seeing life going, flying right by

Day to Night, Night to Day

Losing all sense of time

The clock continually ticking away

Life circles completed, nothing stays

From youthful glow, to wrinkled grey

From having lots, to very little to say

So goes the passing of an age

Like little specks of dirt, flying away