Lonliness

An old Man,
Who lives on his own,
In a cold house,
Not really a home,

A child’s fluffy lion,
Fallen down a drain,
It is slowly rotting,
Woodlice in it’s mane,

A tiny squeak,
From a chick with no hope,
Separated from the mother,
How does it cope?

In the night the hot desert sand,
Falling through my fingers,
Across the silent landscape,
The painful heat still lingers,

The sweet smell of coffee,
Drifting through the air,
Just one person drinking,
Nobody to share.