The old mans incisive personality was really bizarre
I didn’t want to dismay the man but I wanted to talk to him
I thought that I could cheer him up
But the malm man said no words to me
I stood there asking the man about his life
I couldn’t help that I was curious
After waiting for a response he finally spoke
His raspy voice spoke only with sorrowful words
He told me that his family left him
I didn’t bother asking why
I didn’t want to make him more upset than he already was
After talking to him for a while he asked if I wanted to see a picture of his family
I gladly agreed
The picture I saw was of the old man with his family
And in the picture the old man was smiling and having the time of his life
Now the man doesn’t have anything to live for
I couldn’t help but to feel bad
I couldn’t help but to keep going back day after day to talk to the old man
And each day that I would go see the old man his eyes would light up
In my eyes I saw the old man slowly gain his life back
It felt to me as if I was giving him a new life
The old man and I grew fairly close
I went to him if I ever had a problem
And he did the same to me
And from that day I never thought of the old man as incisive
I thought of him as my old friend