no father

Recluse lives in his mountain home
without tv fridge or phone
poor hermit he is prone
to feeling lonely all alone
the sky is dark
singing of birds refrain
in another hour it will rain

you never knew old man who lived alone
without a tv
puzzle
nuzzle
i walked hand in hand with my father
down strange rainy streets where scenery blended
before my dreams were all up ended
puddles of water reflect on the ground
to a mans life never found
he is dead
dead
dead
forgotten is gone