The old man sat on the chair all day
The chair sat there carrying the weight of the old man without any complaint
The old man always looked to the sky
The sky never complained about the sorrowful stories
It listened through the eyes of the old man
The old man gazed through the woods all day
The woods never complained about the hope of the old man
The old man carried the chair inside when it’s dark
The darkness never complained about counting the tears
That was shed from the eyes of the old man
The old man closed his eyes to never open again
Never did the old man complain
He was seen smiling
A smile that never complained about life