Barely moving

Barely moving

From the kitchen island

The bar stool handily placed

To hunch up on

The old man lets sleeping dogs lie

He is world weary

Heavy of heart and

Wracked with doubt

About his capacity for

Self improvement

Acceptance of responsibility

For change, at his age

A puppy is for life

A child’s love is

Not a sentence

But a gift

So much pressure

To be what others want him to be

How will he know

If he is good enough

To be trusted

When he lost so much

No matter how tightly

It was held

Who is he trying to please

When in truth

Nobody seems to notice

His shortcomings

But him

Things get done

The house is a home

The dogs lie sleeping

All is at peace

What more could he ask

But a little space

To compose

Himself

Enough to create

Life music

For the soul

It is little enough to ask

Perhaps it is a task

More suited to him

Than to others.