Endlessness

The penny loafers rub against the hard wood floor
the man holds his coffee and his news paper
skin wrinkled to tell a story
eyes cold and grey to show the pain of one world war
the man has seen his family come and go
and now he remains alone
he wonders
'why god have I been left'
then the shaky hands drop the coffee cup
and the paper crumples into his fist
the old man tumbles over
looks into the sky and whispers
'family we are soon to meet again''