Some gray hairs arrived in the blacks on his chin
Seasoned in days tried his hand at most things
Rough on the collar yet a heart that still gave
Patiently waiting, her love how he craved.

Schooled yes, diplomatic, social born thought's
Neither really mattered as he carved out his trail
Scattering of journey face in the wind
Fall down, get back up
There's no word they call fail.

He'd no idea of whom she may be
Buried in time, that time was not his
Patiently waiting, in fresco of mind.

~

No option to settle, as life he unfolds.

~

That table for two's been empty awhile
Sun's etched a profile of one looking out
On that window that's hung at that kitchen tables side
Deep down inside those thoughts could not hide.

As all them years aged fading to dark
Piggybacked days were walks in the park
That feeling it sat alone on the shelf
Carving that trail alone, by himself.

Now don't you believe he'd not a smile to give
Those days were still full and wanting to live
Just a secret he kept all to himself
To safely remove them thoughts from that shelf.

That shelf it now sits flat on his floor
Those thoughts they were harbored
They're not anymore~


~Bentlee~