He sat,
sweetly serenading
the elderly lady.
Their hands
were clasp,
and she relaxed
as the pain
of living
slowly faded.
This was his gift
to take something
many were happy
to give.
With soft words
and strange energy
he channeled
his humanity.
A willing ear
open to hear
all songs
and melodies
of heart ache
and physical pain.
So, he sat
and passed
a chicken sandwich
to a strange old woman.
He listened and heard
all that she said
with and without words,
and for a moment
just a brief interlude
in the darkness
of her daily life
there was a sense
of love and kindness.
Hazel eyes
of cosmic wisdom
and compassion
he did not
see strangers in pain
and walk past them.
He sat,
with a sobbing stranger
who needed someone to listen,
gave him a ride,
let him use his cellphone,
and spent more then
a minor moment
willing to hear
what the stranger had to say
as tears moved
across a tattooed face.
Maybe it was
a fruitless endeavor
to expend energy
on people
society
had discarded,
the deeply scarred
and charred bits
of burnt out
hearts,
maybe one moments
is not enough
time to undue
a lifetime of abuse,
but he sat,
kind hearted
ears open
and willing
listen.