the old man and his doll.

the old man with a bamboo made doll
sitting on a bench on a Saturday's noon
wearing a black hat
smoking his pipe
waiting to die.

alone he waits the call
no teary eyes
no sound of gasp
he has no remorse nor
a life that he could ever care.

he looks weary though
for the doll he loves so much
will be left alone like him
once he has gone.

He wants to take her with him
so he can be happy like everyday
since fifty-nine years ago
she never fails to make him happy.

But God works in a mysterious way
and he has no word to muster
for him to tell God how much it means
if He can let it be.
so he understands.

so when the sun sets its sail
beauty as the sky turns to heaven
he let the world go
and the doll is not there anymore...