Sadness

While I wept
I saw an old man
Sitting alone
The red light penetrating his face
Darkening all his wrinkles
As well as his eyes
The bus stop had no cover
The old man no umbrella
Dreary night it was
and no security for him
And as I keeked
I could feel his loneliness
Unlike any other
Old and alone
Weak with no support
Love could only have escaped him
I furtively gazed, tranced at this experience