Old man

He was an old man and could not keep up
With the world around him that changed
He usually stayed inside in his arm chair
Playing his dusty records over and over
Well most of the time because on Tuesday
That was his one evening out and passion
When there was a senior dance in the hall
But too shy to ask her for that slow waltz
He sat there waiting till it was time to go
Watching her laugh and chat with friends
Until she left and he went back upstairs
Of the old people’s home where they lived
And she never got out except on Tuesday
Secretly glancing at him across the room
On all other days she never went outside
And played her old records over and over