He raises
With a shaking hand
Glass to mouth
Without a sound.
In a room
Of yesterday
A silent man
No words to say.
A frayed shirt collar
Lopsided tie
Suit thats creased
Lone tear in eye.
A son and daughter
Alive somewhere
No longer visit
In his seventy third year.
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