I was approached the other day by an older man.
He told me,
“Don’t ruin a life.”
I thought he wanted money; if I didn't give
His life would be ruined.
This man was looking deeply;
Dipping into a section of my soul, connecting ours as one.
I noticed his eyes,
They began to tear up,
Like a swimming pool, suddenly being filled with rain.
I was so confused, so I asked;
“Sir, what do you mean?”
“Don’t ruin a life”, he answered,
In the same tone as before – softly.
I decided to say “thank you”
And I walked away.
Up the street I went, on my way home.
I noticed something ahead, perhaps a bicycle?
As I neared, I realized it was a person.
I hurried to the scene; no one around.
An elderly woman lying there,
A red pool beside her battered head.
There was a note on her chest.
It read,
“I’m sorry my dear
I’m sorry my dear
I did not mean
To ruin your life.”