He’s sitting at the table
Looking slightly bemused
Eating his breakfast cereal
His morning paper, already perused
He’s waiting at the bus stop
Just outside a major shop
The bus driver, he does greet
Then sits at the back, in the very end seat
He’s going to the movies, all alone
Then will return, back to his home
He has this funny little dog
That joins him on his morning jog
He’s going to watch the football
Will buy a ticket, only the one
Will wear his team jersey, just as he’s always done
If his team loses, he will be feeling ever so glum
His wife, he still misses, after all these years
She tripped and fell all the way down the stairs
Her death, so unexpected, still brings him to tears
Her early demise, the very worst of his fears
He has grown very lonely over the years
Making conversation, one of his major fears
Prefers to keep the world so far from his mind
But he is always a gentleman, one of a kind
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