The young boy cried but those tears belonged to an older man
His hands trembled and were as delicate as an old leaf still hanging onto a tree branch
When I touched him his body tensed, like a snake getting ready to strike
If it were possible, surely claws would have replaced his fingernails
As he walked his body was hunched over even though somewhere in him was a young boy full of life
I wonder that if I had met him earlier would he still be the same person he is now?