My old bones feel so heavy,

Sitting in my easy chair,

This world is getting colder now,

And no one seems to care.

I’m reaching now, my final days,

They’ve dwindled to a few,

Each one much like the one before,

And soon they will be through.

At ten o’clock my son will come,

To take me to a home,

Where all I’ll do is eat and sleep,

Bathe; brush my teeth and comb.

I glance about my living room,

Where I’ve sat, many years,

The laughter of this room is gone,

Now all that’s here are tears.

All good times are, but memories,

Now faded with the past,

So soon I leave this all behind,

Who knew it wouldn’t last?

I gaze out of my window,

To my garden ‘crossed the lawn,

Next spring it will not matter,

As all this will then be gone.

Next week they’ll be an auction,

They’ll sell all I once held dear,

My son says it will be too hard,

On me, if I am near,

Three years now, I’ve been alone,

That’s when I lost my wife,

Since then, seems nothing matters,

And I’m running out of life.

Oh yes, I know, I’m very frail,

And I forget my pills,

There’s many things that I can’t do,

And someone pays my bills.

It’s just that I don’t want to go,

My son says, “Dad, it’s best”,

“For there, you’ll get the care you need,

And your required rest.”

I’ll get to share a twelve by twelve,

With some old man like me,

Who’ll be as sad and lonely,

As a man alone can be.

My things are packed, just one suitcase,

Not much for eighty years,

Now looking back, those years now spent,

My eyes are filled with tears.

Oh God, please call me home right now,

I do not want to go,

I want to be with my sweetheart,

Because I love her so.

I want to be with you dear Lord,

Let Heaven be my place,

I want to leave my world of gray,

And gaze upon Your face.

I packed some photos of my wife,

Inside with my few clothes,

A few mementos of our life,

With meanings, no one knows,

One last stroll around the house,

The bedroom, kitchen, den,

I hear my son’s car in the drive,

The clock is striking ten