Remembrance

I think of a time when I'll be old,

Everyday sitting by the window pane,

I'll remember today if it rained,

And remember that I was once young and bold.

I observed you in silence while people approached you,

And told you stories some false some true,

But one man saw the soul in you,

And loved those moments that were loved by few.

Leaning across I will put my hands on your shoulder,

And say - What beautiful times, What beautiful scenes,

Or stare at the empty chair, 

Wondering - What could've it been?