Old Timer's Tales

Sitting now without his wife,
And not a word is said.
The number of his days of life,
Are grays upon his head.

Though he sits without a sound,
His mind is never idle.
For what will come of all those years,
Learning skills that were vital.

His mind is singing with ideas
Of things which he would do.
If only he did have his youth,
The age of me or you.

So, he tells all who he can,
Of these thoughts he has in mind.
Someone who can help him with
These thoughts, he tries to find.