There was this old man in a nursing home
In his younger years, the world he did roam
Never making time for children or a wife
He lived his extravagant, but selfish life
Neglecting morality and his good health
Life was a party of booze, fame and wealth
So soon this lifestyle had come to an end
Things became broken, things didn't mend
Years of abuse had finally taken there toll
His life was spent feeding the devil his soul
Now as he lay upon his nursing home bed
The reality of his life ran through his head
He closed his eyes and then suddenly died
No one really cared and no one even cried
The body was placed in a simple pine box
Put in a hole and covered with dirt and rocks
No stone with his name is upon the ground
Not a trace of the old man will ever be found
©S. Austin Vincoski
