The old man lay dying in a living room soft and warm.

A tear fell down his cheek.

His mind is filled with his life’s regrets

yet he can’t even speak.

So, he lays there reminiscing on words he never should have said,

Things he never should have done.

He longs to share and seek forgiveness before life’s setting sun.

The old man motions for paper and pen,

Taking them in hand,

He scribbles one single line before passing to his end.

On the paper with the pen the single statement reads,

“Why in the bloody hell did I make Home Alone part 3?”