OLD MAN ON A PORCH

On a porch, in a small forgotten town,
All quaintly painted, and so rundown
Sits a old man, so frail of frame
Known only as "Pops", not fortune or fame.

Eyes so dim, forlorn and weak
But oh, to know the secrets that they keep
Lessons learned, that should be taught
Great treasures held, remain unsought

What he's done and what he's seen
Now only God knows and can redeem