LITTLE OLD MAN

As I sat near a little old man
I saw tears well up in his eyes
In his hand, a paper that read in memory of
I understood it was his true love

Beside him sat a single red rose
He clutched it to his heart with his shaking hand
The memories in his heart only he knows
Again, remorse caused him to shake in tears

The sun went behind a dark cloud,
and a cold rain started to gently fall
I ran for cover with the rest of the crowd
I left the little old man sitting all alone

He sat on the bench looking into the sky
In a trembling voice I heard him ask "Why?"
The lighting flashed and the thunder roared
I knew it was for him that the angels did cry

---RJ

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Jeez, that'a pretty serious prose there.
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Heart breaking