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
However
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
Maybe he didn’t fancy the idea
Of getting so close to the cemetery 🙂
Perhaps but my point was that age should mellow with the realisation that life is too precious to waste on pointless emotions like anger. Maybe that is just me though.