A gentleman of sorts, sat in the corner, with a bottle and glass, but alone
He'd lived long enough, loved who/when he wanted, and was waiting
After a life working the rails, he was unprepared to do more, exhausted
His body had seen so many insults, injuries, he just wanted to go home
His mind was perceptive of everything offered and denied, frustrating
He'd no plan, no future, but would drink every day, and become haunted
He was indeed haunted by the realization of a life lived, but not wanted
He'd nothing for his money could buy, so he said farewell, ready to die
Based on a true story...
