I saw an old man today.

Resting on his hospital bed.


Looking up at his television.

Hoping someone would visit.


He wishes he would have cared.

Maybe taken the time to call.


Instead of living for himself.

Loving money, using people.


Nice things, that he sacrificed for.

They weren’t there in that room.

No one was.

No friends. No family.

No smiling faces or loving embraces.


“So this is it,” he must be thinking.

“This is the culmination of my life.”

Left alone.


Lord, let this not be my story.

Let my world be filled with people, not possessions.

Purpose, not pointless pursuits.

God, I want my hospital room to be filled.

Filled with love.

Filled with you.