Season of Lonely

The leaves have all fallen to the ground, that always opens up the view just to see that nothing is around. Yesterday the wind was very cold as the Fall season brings in the holiday chill. For those that have family and loved ones near, it brings a reminder to shop for those that are dear. But, what about him, the lonely old man. He has no one to help him. No one to see his tears. The visual of the dirt, wrinkles, and salvage in his hands. The forgotten man is who he has become. His life has come undone. He does what he can to stay warm though inside he never will. He has been left behind. When he was young he had hopes and dreams just like you and I, but now where are they? Why? So many questions but no one takes the time to see his pain, to feel his cry. So as the turkey is carved and hugs are shared, dont forget this man. This man of no name, who cries at night all alone. He wished he had someone to care, someone to hold. He counts his days in retrospect. Thinking of the best days of his life for thats all he owns. He has needs, he has wants, he has feelings! So there are not many differences between him and I other than material posessions. Does God hear him when he mumbles out his pain and hurt? Is it too much for our ego to stop and listen to him try to answer these questions? I weep for him for I can sense his pain, I am the lone sailor, I am his name.