Alone

by Curtis Carroll 12/20/04

Alone he sits in his empty room,
Watching bare walls waiting for a phone
Each day goes by, the same is true,
Nothing happens, nothing new.

Way up high where pigeons fly,
The wind is howling at the sky
No stars to see in this early morn,
Clouds are breaking the winter dawn.

The lights of the city are being cut,
Daybreak has come and so has the rut
Depression again, it comes and goes,
Reasons that he alone knows

His thoughts are clear about the past,
Each day that comes can be the last
A full life lived and ‘till the end,
He must remember where he had been.

Why he was here it wasn’t clear,
Unanswered questions year after year,
Life in general he wondered why
People were born just to die.

Where do they go after that?
Soon he would find out and so what?
Freedom at last to roam the sky
And finger the earth with his goodbye.

Note: An afternoon without golf