Hello, he says and sits alone,
In quiet time and silent zone,
Stared briefly at the others there,
So resting in his lonely chair.

A book and coffee near the stand,
Dressed nicely was this affable man,
He reaches for the bag he carriers,
Pulls out a picture of who he married.

Come over here and sit next to me,
You once were bounced upon my knee,
But you have grown and made your life,
The disappearance felt like the sharpest knife.

When you were just a lad so bright,
You spent the weekends and night,
Had question endless and full of hope,
You broke the rules when your full scope.

This bookstore where you work long hours,
Have helped us all in the impressive tower,
I've come to see my distant beautiful child,
Whose now is a man so far and mild.

So, sipping the coffee and looking at this book,
I've learned somethings of what I gave and took,
But, listen to how as I now have much to say,
Before I'm gone and leaving an abrupt way.

It's good to find your own path now you see,
To discover the world and the things that are free,
But cling to your past and your family that's there,
Who loves you not for the things with no care.