This Old Man

cantankerous
old man
rants
raves
alone
in his home
hidden from the world
at large
so small
in mothball
smelling clothes
no one ever knows
the man he could
have been
still
when he dreams
late at night
of magnificent things
alive in his dreams
suddenly he awakes
with the smile
fading from his face
another day begins
much to his chagrin
walks ever so slowly
to his front door
opens the screen
peers out
into the world
then turns round
slowly
to his breakfast alone
at this old kitchen table
in his worn vintage chair
stares off into space
forgetting his dreams