and he sat there…couldn’t stand…wobbly legs…cane was in the corner…it had stood there for a long long time…offered it to him…just shook his head…, too tired, he said…,much too tired to even try anymore…,picked-up a television remote and started flippin’ through channels…odd men selling goods…news reporters with great haircuts…a show ’bout zombies…

and he sat there…couldn’t stand…didn’t even smile anymore…pictures of a wife…children…a son in a sailor suit placed on a desk…,did’ya eat…,he asked, there’s some hoho’s in the kitchen…grab yourself a Pepsi…, he said softly…picked-up the phone…,Hello…hello…hello…, it never rang…

and he sat there…couldn’t stand…belly stuck out a bit…back was hunched…first time i noticed he was frail…weak…he was never too strong…talked a good game…but never so strong…used to talk of whippin’ boys in high school…takin’ on teams…always talkin’…always talkin’…now he was quiet…

and he sat there…couldn’t stand…he couldn’t stand…