Watching the
falling leaves
The denuded trees
Feeling the cold winds
Rushing past
Many a winter he passed
Seated at his window
The pendulum clock
Hanging on the wall
Had long stopped
There was no one
Around to repair it
He had lost count of time
He did remember
That his wife had died
A while ago and that
Some kind souls had
Buried her in the churchyard
Since then he was alone
When winter set in
He was reminded that
Another year had passed
It made him wonder
How much longer he had to live
Maybe this year would be his last..
