His eyes were saddened
maybe even ashamed
as he walked across the street
stumbling in the lane
looking down at the pavement
then glancing my way
I guess to make sure
that my car would stay
As I watched him cross,
my soul felt his yearning
for people to talk to
His heart was hurting

I wondered about his life
Does he live alone?
Does he have a family?
Does he have a home?
Clothes old and dirty
His beard long and yellow
Life obviously hard
for this lonesome fellow

Once again, he glances
eyes full of grief
I smile and wave
he stares in disbelief
then returns the smile
and nods his head
No words were spoken
but a lot was said.

Darcy