Old Tom

In his balding head silver gray hair
The old bloke who sleeps in his wheelchair
In truth of him quite true to say
That he has known of a far better day

Though he never had children or wife
He led an adventurous life
From his home lived in cities elsewhere
And knew of life in the big World out there

The flame of love in him did burn
He loved and was loved in return
But the one he loved in her mid twenties died
As love goes luck not on his side

Eight years ago a car crash left him wheelchair bound
Yet he remains mentally sound
In his early eighties and not feeling physically well
Yet he has many stories to tell

Of things he has done and has seen
And of places he has lived in and been
And though to the end of his life's journey he must be drawing near
His memory remains crystal clear

In the town-park in the balmy Summer air
Old Tom asleep in his motorized wheelchair
In the cool shade of the cypress trees
On a pleasant evening of around twenty degrees.