I saw an old man,
Holding a can,
By the sidewalk,
He started to talk.

Seeking for some help,
I heard him yelp,
He’s broken,
For quite sometime he remained unspoken.

We are all busy talking about ourselves,
Reading it from our own shelves,
We just need to be open,
Rather than waiting for something that might not happen.

Looking at that man,
He made me feel like i’m in a can,
Trapped in a close container,
Hoping to get out of it sooner or later.