Poem

The Gray Man

Here comes a man
Bent over and gray
Should I be afraid
Of his desperate ways?

He passes my spot
And smiles with a wave,
not heavy with life
Like a gray man to save.

Life is a struggle
Life is a quest.
Some of us best it,
many oppressed.  

What is the key to making the trip
With nothing at birth, no sort of a script?
Maybe the answer is simple to find
a smile we need, til the end of the line