last man standing

90 years old

a hundred stories in every fold

of his aging skin

weathered by the heights

of all the life he lived

but 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

but 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