The Gate

Have you seen the man
Who sits and waits
Every day beside his gate
He watches people passing by
Then late at night he starts to cry

Years ago
He had a wife
To help him through his lonely life
They sat before an open fire
They never spoke, or ever tire

Until at last
The time would come
When night draws in and evenings done
Time to climb the stairs to bed
Hand in hand, no words need said

Now she's gone
He's left alone
With nothing else to call his own
All he does is sit and wait
watching people pass his gate