The days turn to hours, the hours turn to minutes, and the minutes turn to seconds

All of this turns to complications for the old man of the streets

His once proud feelings were of good health and pleasures

Now he turns three hundred sixty degrees to complicity

A simple acknowledgment to him is glorified to his personality

He still longs for a lovers compassion

But his love resides behind heavens gate

Simplistic and righteous he awaits the coup de grace

For his time is for the benefit of the young

Through there laughter and there tears he survives

If only they knew of his love and joy they represent to him

For they are his passport to restful sleep

Another day ends after his retirement

Then his dreams bring back his youth again

Tony Mike Nerone

6-23-11