The good old man who sits on his plastic chair

The good old man sits all alone
On his white plastic chair
Feeling uncherished and unloved
Thinking about all the days that have long gone
When his children played around his knee

Every time he listens closely
He could still hear their laughter echoing
Tears kept falling down his already wet cheek
And his tender heart breaking
As he lift up his hands to wipe away the tears

And he thought to himself, my children gone
A boy to his wife, a girl to her husband
Too busy to hold my hand
Too busy to listen to my whisper
I may not smell my best now at my age
I get so lonely here at home
Will you spare some time
And spend them with me?
That was his silent plea

The good old man
Sitting on his white plastic chair
Out in the front yard
Staring at the open blue sky
He says to himself
Oh grown daughters and sons
My time won't be too long
one day it will be too late
For your apologies
Your neglect to me is unkind
I will still forgive the unkindness you've shown
To this good old man
Who sits alone in his white plastic chair