Reflections

There's an old man by a lakeside
Hands in his jacket, head bowed

There's a worn picture in his pocket of a happier time
A pair of best friends, a young couple in love

Memories that never die
He serves his penance with a dull ache where his heart used to be

Guilt and sorrow hang on his soul
An endless cloud of misery

The old man looks into the lake
And hates the young man looking back at him