The old man and the sea

He is there - a speck, a dot in the endless expanse of blue.
That blue sea plumbing unfathomable depths.

He sits on the ark of his own solitude, drifting and drifting.
Awaiting the set of old age's sun.
Loneliness plumbing unfathomable depths.

He fishes patiently for the company.
Of someone's friendly glance, caring words or a gentle wave.
No one cares.

The troughs and crests he has experienced and lived through -
that was his life.

And today he has grown old and worn, drifting and drifting,
a speck, a dot on this sea of loneliness.

And this is his life.

As the sun sets on his old age.