A Silent Goodbye
written by: Antony King
Hands that are withered From toil and pain
Wring briskly together In his silent domain.
For years he has struggled To always be there
But now sits alone In an old rocking chair.
As his lips softly move If you listen... you'll hear
The sounds of a prayer For his loved ones to appear.
But as the day slowly ebbs... As evening draws nigh,
He stares through the window With a silent goodbye.