The Wanderer

I once saw a man,
Alone in the woods.
A lonely wanderer he was.
A home in a bag,
A hat on his head,
I looked at him once,
He looked back and said:
"Come to boost
About how rich and lucky you are?
Well I do not care."
I went home that night
And pondered his words.
What he said touched my heart.
He looked so lonely,
But happy as well -
Why judge a man
When you really can't tell
What is inside?
I met him again
And said nothing at all.
I just shook his hand,
Then I left
Standing tall.