Old Man

He opened the curtains,
And watched the rainfall.
He has a bad illness,
And he's not very tall.
He takes a deep sigh,
From the weather to day.
Its clear that inside,
Is where he will stay?
He takes slow steps,
To sit in his chair.
He scratches his head,
And pulls out some hair.
As a tear runs slowly,
Down his cheek.
His eyes are fading,
And he can hardly speak.
His eyes start to close,
And soon he's asleep.
Is this sleep light?
Or is it deep.
He soon disappears,
Into a far away land.
No more of the pain,
Does he have to stand?
Before he is found,
It wont be long.
No one can wake him,
As he is long gone.