We met just today, this man and I. He had smiled.
Yet as he passed hurriedly by, somehow to me,
Behind that smile he wore a worn and harried look.
I stopped, looked back, just as he did the same.
For a moment we held that gaze, mine of staring
And consternation. The lines of worry I had seen
Were replaced by a grin, one of joy and laughter.
Is this true, oh, can it be, an old friend or, a dream?
In a flash, memories poured into my mind clouding
The present, bringing forth, what should be behind.
Erasing the joy and laughter of what I had seen
As an old friend or perhaps was it just a bad dream?
I looked around, to no surprise, the man I met had
Disappeared, a spectre, an imagination of my mind.
Still and all it worried me, that worn and harried
Look I thought I saw; is he in trouble of a kind?
He is a fellow man. May I help?
Copyright 2013 Charles E. Frost
July 23, 2013