A SINGLE MOMENT

Once I met a wise old man quiet like a kid,
happy and content, no emotions he hid.
Sitting on his veranda and rocking in his chair,
like a cradle with no compare.
This was the first time I noticed him

I wondered if this is where I would reach someday
would I be lucky enough to breath and stay.
a broken brim, a flower in a glass
a yellowing photo, in his hands clasped
This was the first time i noticed him smile

Thoughts always drifted as i saw him there,
I would speculate on my way to work each day.
What picture was it, that he held
fondly in his hands, memories it expelled
This was the first time i noticed his tear

i had to know, what was his despair
an uncaring child or no one to care
maybe i could meet him, i stopped and waited
but in that moment, the mind hesitated
This was the first time our eyes met

In moments unsaid we were friends and in moments un heard we spoke
In moments I saw him first and in the same moment it was the last ....