An old man sits in a chair
eyes are closed
he's looking back on his life
when his heart was full
and the times of emptiness
his dreams as a child
the opportunities, disappointments
letting go and falling back
how many times he lost his way
was reminded of his roots
the family he didn't raise
the compromise he made
a spotlight not shared
and a face among the crowd
his lonely home
filled with happy friends
and the slowly emptying bottle
slipped between his hands
sights he's seen
colourful countries where he's been
The old man crouches forward
stands up
A smile bravely set on
his self inflicted sorrow