An old man sits
by a roaring fire
roaring with greed
with destruction
A boy comes in to see him
the man looks away
he sends the boy home
noting the tears in his eyes
the rejection
The old man looks out
he sees the boy leave
he settles back again
waiting for the time
The clock chimes
the old man shakes
looking back over
a long happy life
then it ends
John Westlake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/015-an-old-man/
