Old Man
By Robert W. Cluney
The old man at the corner
Wishing someone would stop and talk to him
Watching the world go by
Calling out from time to time as he sees
A familiar face in the crowd
Talking to the children
Someone will say look at that dirty old man
With those young girls
Not dirty, just old and lonely
Maybe they remind him of his children
Long gone
Don't pity him, don't curse him
Talk to him