And there he was again today
We hardly say a word
The man who helps me on my way
Unspoken wishes heard
He rides upon an old machine
His work it must be done
A wrinkled face whose eyes have seen
So many go and come
I hope tomorrow I will see
Him waiting on the street
The old man giving smiles for free
An early morning treat
And every human needs some care
It helps the days to while
So kind he is to wait and share
His early morning smile


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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