Sitting down next to an elderly man
His back was arched, countenance slow
Clean shaven with tailored suit
Yet slouched around the midsection

His quiet hands fumbled in a paper back
Lifting cheese and then a *******
He chewed with a painful sigh
I could see his socks as his pants road up his shins

He moved much like a sloth does crawl
Without a quick or jerky motion
But trudging along with a hint of hesitation
Staring out with vacant gaze

His furrowed brow made it look like he was squinting
Remembering a past event it seemed
A nostalgic time for this old man
A nostalgic time for me
Though I'd never sat here before.