Old Man

Old man by cerial

A old man sits against the wall
His palm outstretched and head hung low
His body beaten and bruised by the years of pain
The man looks up at me and asks if I know his name

This takes me by surprise
I am caught off guard
I do not know this man
Never seen him by far

Perhaps a test I think to my self
Life is filled with test
They know no limits
By no means greed or wealth

I look down at the old man intrigued
Wondering about his life
The how and the why
He is in this strife

He looks up at me and seems offended
As I compare my life
To this poor old man
With all of my ties mended

I look up at the man
With his many years
Before he places a few dollars in my hand
As I wonder about his tears

I still do not know my name
The how and the why
Or the places that I have been
I still ask people as they walk by

Perhaps one day I will see him again
Maybe this time he will recognize me
The poor old boy that gave it all up
So the man could live happily