Old man's strife!

I glance through my window

I see an old man

Walking across the lane

Coins juggling in his can

With every coin dropped

His eyes lit up

He wishes nothing great

Just a rice cup

I see him strain

Walking weak and thin

A kaput rough stick

His kith and kin

I caught his wise poignant eyes

Telling a tale of his tattered life

Once a young man’s misfortunes

Now an old mans strife

~Sam