Frozen Tears Poem by T.James Becker

On a park bench under a spreading pine
With face in his hands an old man cried
Salty tears followed deep etched lines
Unashamed without pride

From old and gnarled hands it fell
Tear laden telegram rang deaths knell
Silence so loud it deafened him
Blue veins pulsed through thinning skin

Numb to the cold he could no longer feel
The words he read seemed so unreal
Weak from tears he laid to rest
Park bench cold from winters crest

No one knew what aspired that day
Wind like a sail blew the telegram away
His lifeless body found void of fears
Eyelashes locked from frozen tears



* So many seniors die with no one to share their sorrows. As we age I think it's important to recognize this and correct it. God Bless *