the man walked passed me as his life passed him by
hair greyed yet yellowed through the time of smokers cry
his shoulders showed a lack... of love and care divine
a soul forgotten in a life that wasnt life
a worker.. a being that earned a daily crust yet life so hidden
gone a youthless love
he striked a look so common ive seen it so so all
a truckers gait is usual amongst the daily trawl
i know this path so well as i walk the fatal line
can see my shadow follow ..as grey fades out the shine
his face looked round right at me ..id read it all before
that look of hidden anguish ...
a tortured mind behind eyes that said much more
he carried on his walk as i went the other way
i wondered what he thought as he looked and saw my grey