You look at me as I sit alone,
I do not smile, I do not moan.
I stare across the room so still,
Barely noticed through life’s ill will.
You walk pass and catch my eye so bleak,
But take a few moments to look beneath.
You assume this life has been me always,
Never seeing me through my younger days.
I’ve seen and done things you wouldn’t believe,
And marvelled at the things these old bones have achieved.
Sit and I could tell you of stories long gone,
Of life, love and loss, and the battles I’ve won.
No, it won’t happen, to you I’m just a shell,
A crazy old fool ending up in this hell.
But think next time when you’re walking away,
Because you may just be looking at yourself one day.
