As his days neared their end,
he faced them alone.
No wife. No family. No friends. All dead.
He had become a hermit, alone
and lonely, but he yielded to his fate.
He’s had eighty-three years of a bittersweet life
with many dreams unfulfilled.
One freezing winter night
he fell asleep on an old creaking bed
in a dingy apartment he couldn’t afford to heat.
He dreamed about those unfulfilled dreams
in that freezing winter night and died during those dreams,
his body stiff and frozen to death.
Bob Boyd