Old man disfigured and alone
how grotesque his gate and
how crooked his nose and bones
Slowly trudging to his seat
in the front today and to condone
the stares ridicule and scorn
his face droopy lines adorned
the front row on this mourn
his first best last friend he had ever known
He kneels bows and prays then heads home
but not before a wink nod and smile to his lord