Stove burners blue flame
Dangerous heat
Warming frigid trembling hands
Radiator cold
Rent control all he can afford
Children absent and estranged
He’s invisible in this world
Old friends to the old man gone
Passed before his time
Rotary telephone shows its age
Symbiotically keeping pace
Silent and out-of-date
Thoughts of youth flutter
Flashbacks in his fragmenting mind
Remembrances of companions
Lost loves
And a wife
Still 20 to him,
After a lonely decade adrift
Living because he won’t die
He longs to sleep forever
But it is not God’s will
Not his time
Shuffling to the stove
He warms his trembling hands
To wait for meals-on-wheels
Or the Lord to take him home
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
This one tugs at the heart. I can see this in someone I knew – though different, still the same. He lost her before himself and he was never the same. When he did ‘leave’ he went faster than anyone could have imagined. He lost hope and wanted to go home.
Thank you for the comment. This type of thing is all too common and sad.