Old Man

On the bus
There is an old sad man
With no light left in his expression
As if he's tired of living
But just exists
Here and now

His face is weathered
Mouth in permanent frown
Graying eyes that stare into
the distance
Behind them
You can see his mind
Stuck in a memory

Maybe he hears my thoughts
of how
What I'm sure was once
A strong athletic handsome young man
can let time and life
steal away from that light
And leave behind
A frail worn body
With nothing to smile about

And he's riding this bus
The same way he's riding through his existence
Just waiting to get off at his stop