Going on alone
without a hand to hold
in an empty world
just waiting to grow old.
Tracing in his mind
the life that used to be
looking for some comfort
in his memory.
In a busy world
with no time for him
his chances for survival
looking mighty slim.
Each day he struggles on
closer toward the end
without ever thinking
he would need a friend.
I guess he never thought
one day he would grow old
and be left alone
without a hand to hold.
