He quietly sits alone,
With wife or close friends near….
So used they are to his quietness
He might as well not be here.
Not that they are ignoring him
Or he ignoring them…
But he never says much either way,
Even though they are his friends.
Once in a while it’s the same old story,
He’s no right to complain…
He can’t expect others to read his mind
Or hear his “downer” refrain.
To tell you the truth its been a while
Since he felt this low…
When you don’t want to bother with poetry,
There’s not further down to go.
Blood sugar levels are part of the tale
And getting worked up over things….
If he opened up to someone he trusts,
Perhaps then his heart could sing.