The Old Man

Alone he sits, on the park bench, near the gate.
Gazing at the sun’s rays sinking, thinking of Kate.

The only one who had loved him, and had been true,
Their time together, the days had been too few.

His philandering with others, unhappiness drew;
He had lied and cheated, been untrue.

Now longing and missing, her grey eyes, her smile.
With his Zimmer frame to see her, he would now walk miles!