Sad Old Man

The humidity is so hot

as I walk down the street,

my legs aching and hurt

as I have weak knees,

but no money in the budget

(not in this economy)

for a cane or walking stick

for an old man like me.

 

In the middle of the street

I find that I have to stop.

I just want to go home,

but my hat has fallen off.

I have to pick it back up,

and as I bend I cough.

The pain in my knees makes

 my body want to drop.

 

I make it to the sidewalk,

but the light has changed.

The people honk and yell

in complete outrage.

I feel scared and alone,

just a weak man of old age,

without a family to care

or friendships to engage.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I got inspiration from this poem because I saw an old man walking down the street. Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Katrina Lynn.]

This is really f*****g superb! Pardon my language, I can see a lot of thought went into writing this poem, it's sad but honest. I fell in love with rhythm of this write. Just stellar! I had the image of the man going in my head, I wanted to run out and help him! Just awesome! I really liked the ending. It was just fabulous. Thanks for the good read.

[Tomi]

A very lovely and thoughtful write. Sad but very true! great joB!

[Walker Andreasen]

This is indeed a wonderful write. Hit the subject right on the nose and got the idea across perfectly! Bravo!

[Tai Ryens]

The pain and frustration in the elderly is expressed in a humorous way. I'm such a cruel and dark person, oh gosh. Nonetheless, intriguing write.