a poem

Here's a little poem that I've always loved... 

 

Helping the Old

I was standing in line at the bank today

when the old fellow in front of me

dropped his glasses (luckily, within the case)

and as he bent over

I saw how difficult it was for

him

and I said, "wait, let me get

them…"

But as I picked them up

He dropped his cane

A beautiful, black polished

cane

And I get the glasses back to him

Then went for the cane

steadying the old boy

as I handed him his cane.

He didn't speak,

he just smiled at me.

Then he turned

Forward.

I stood behind him waiting

My turn.

 

(Charles Bukowski, from 'You Get So Alone Sometimes, It Just Makes Sense' )