He stands with a tray of Chick-fil-A
Out in the mall food court;
A man who’s in his seventies
The quiet, smiling sort

And he gets tired on his feet –
For he stands most the day;
So people ask him why he doesn’t
Just go home, and stay

They do not know his heart when
They suggest that he move on:
The grief he finds at home
These lonely years
Since she’s
Been gone