He’s just another antique in this place

Older now he was

To old for people to care

He sits ruminating about bygone times

He and his memories soon to be lost in time

He felt as old as the antiques that adorned his room

Covered in patina from the damp and in the gloom

He remembers how life was full of joy,

But somewhere, somehow it just faded away

Now he sits in the dark and days are grey

And cold as well as lonely

Its not how he felt his life would go

As he sits in the electric heater glow.

Its his only source of heat

And only source of light

Wrapped in layers of clothes to keep him warm at night

His grey hair hangs down over his grizzled face

He has no one who visits his place

And he knows he will die lonely

And no one will notice within this tiny dwelling space.

Via:Daily Prompt: Patina

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