I again viewed him on the porch rocking slowly.
He seemed immobal and appeared oh so lonely.
The steel grey eyes looking starkly ahead.
If it weren't for the rocking you'd think he was dead.

He thought of his life past as being a mission.
He completed it methodically with minimum transition.
He worked studiously at school and attained a career.
He married his sweetheart and children he reared

Hobbies, work, church and travel he all had.
Work became volunteer and father became grandad.
He helped and mentored and taught and sacrificed.
The days flew buy in his wonderful proud paradise.

Stoically he rocked ceaselessly now left all alone.
His wife had passed on and the children had flown.
His clouded memory vaguely recalled his accomplishments
No one left nearby to appreciate the man and his talents.

I viewed him on the porch rocking slowly.
He seemed immobal and appeared oh so lonely.
The steel grey eyes looking starkly ahead.
I slowly sauntered over to engage conversation instead.