Squatting on the platform,
He looks up at me,
Wrinkles on his face,
Like waves in the sea.
Black eyes peering out,
From under the horn rims,
With the despair of a light,
A light that gradually dims.
I realize then,
He's looking beyond me,
His gaze very distant,
Like birds over the sea.
I wonder what he's thinking,
What he's doing here,
He strengthens my belief,
That life isn't so fair.
Balding head, patches of white,
Each arm a wrinkled stick!
Him carrying others' loads?
It makes me feel sick.
Did he deserve this life?
The opposite of a fairy tale!
My heart feels heavy,
And his face so pale.
Does he have children?
How old are they?
Why do they let him work,
In this age of play and pray?
Did they all die?
Or did they kick him out?
Uprooted by his own,
The ones he cared about?
My thoughts are broken,
When the train sounds its horn,
I realize that its time,
for me to move on.
Get on with my life,
Solve problems that aren't so great,
Leave him to carry others' loads,
Leave him to his fate...