Still so Angry

I met a man he was angry at me
Angry at the whole world

From all I could see

From the way his jaw clamped

And his hand clutched the coffee cup

His thank you was terse

And uncaring

Gravel skittered roughly when he spoke

Was it just the way 

he awoke

This morning

Or had he always been this way?

Who’d know

He was just another stranger


I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much sadness

As I did for that old man

So near death

And still so angry

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