Chosen Fate?

Here he sits in front of me A shadow of what he could be Sitting in the dark and cold Sitting here just growing old Did he choose to be this way? To sit here, lonely every day Alone, without love in his life Never a partner or a wife Why would he want to be like this? Have no one in his life to miss No soul does he expect to see No friend to keep him company As I leave and say goodbye I still can’t help, but wonder why This gentleman kind and sincere Is growing old alone in here