Man

A perspective we often forget.

Man

The man walked by

His head so low

Met with the laughter

Of those above

His wrinkly grimace creeping forward

As each step he took

It soon intensified

As each step he took

The years went bye

His eyes darted forward

Amidst his sagging eyelids

Focusing on a point

That was long behind him

The battles he fought

The women he loved

The tears he shed

And now the man walks by

With nothing left to share

But an empty heart cast onto-

Those who do not wish to fill it

When he held his wife’s hand

For a time he may call his last

He imparted his life into her

So sadly-

She took it away

Now the man lives

While in view of others always

Some pretend to care

Few actually do

Though most are not kind

They slander youth against him

The man hurts now

His body is weak

Each step he takes

Sends shivers through his stiff legs

And up so far into

His ever so aching back

Yet the man walks by

With his eyes to the time

When not was he dying

But instead-

Was living.