His hand was cold
Rough and worn
Skin wrinkled, too old
His heart too, was torn

An old man, sitting
Wiping tears off his face
The hot sun hitting
I bought him a drink, incase

He gave me blessings
With a forced smile
Ragged, ***** dressing
He walked from a mile

With no one to look after
All his children left him alone
No happiness no laughter
All he did, was silently mourn

A sad story of a father
Who struggled all his life
His wife, children's mother
Died after a nonsensical strife

Shattered, filled with sorrow
Yet he spoke very gently
He wasn't worried about tomorrow
But I was scattered, mentally...

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