There was an old man round my ends, Looked like a cross between Santa and a fisherman, bucket hat and cane in hand. And though it sounds odd and hard to understand As a child I was convinced he was my guardian angel, Was sure no one else could see him but me. And whenever I spotted him I'd be filled with a kind of serenity. He was an elusive being, most likely a reclusive being but he always had a smile for me and in that smile was such a sincerity that I've rarely seen since. Laughing eyes that would be gone in a blink And though I never had a conversation with him I never felt like words were needed Cause all was said with a shared *grin
True Stories, I do wonder about these characters we encounter in life from time to time.