Alone with the rocks.
Sitting on the rocks at the end of his days, the only feeling left to him was abandonment.
His children had long ago left him behind. Believing their mothers lies about his life.
The time passed and hardened the old man into a rock, very much like the ones that he sat on now.
Rocks know nothing of pain and loss, or do they?
They have seen every kind of creature that this world could make and the rise of civilizations… their fall as well.
Reflecting on his life, he did feel like a stone, heavy, burdened and ready to sink into the Earth, to be received by the mother. To rest.
The feelings of what others think of him had long ago been overcome, the echoes of that song a mist.
What matter is it to a rock? Rocks have their brothers and sisters and the Earth mother for company.
I have not one person left that I can trust, to share or to talk to he thought.
It was then at his lowest point he realized that his presence is no longer needed here.
I have served my purpose here. Nothing left to do but to wait for the Earth to rotate into the lonely darkness.
As the shadows grow longer, I will wait here sitting alone with my friends the rocks.
They will tell me what I should do.