90 years old
a hundred stories in every fold
of his aging skin
weathered by the heights
of all the life he lived
and he doesn’t remember me
he doesn’t know how he stands alone
he’s the last man standing
the last of the old guard
but he doesn’t remember
he’s the last man standing
and he doesn’t even know it
in a care home near his true home
he clings to the tried and tested
to that which he knows is true
as his memory fails him
and he doesn’t remember me
he doesn’t know how he stands alone
he’s the last man standing
the last of the old guard
but he doesn’t remember
he’s the last man standing
and he doesn’t even know it
he’s the last man standing
and he doesn’t remember me
he’s the last man standing
and he doesn’t even know it