Tuesday, August 4, 2015

the lone man

I saw an old man, alone,
Outside the coffee shop
Waiting patiently for his ride
Wearing a scruffy white beard,
Hospital socks layered over
Compression socks, no shoes,
And a peaceful expression.

He was strange and beautiful.
He radiated contentment.
The tears welled in my eyes
As I realized

There are a thousand ways to be happy.