Greetings

A man tipped his hat this morning A gentle sign of greeting Made me think of long ago When friendship wasn't fleeting When acknowledgment was expected That you shared this common world Created a closeness and a calm Unlike todays mad, busy whirl Made me think of a fedora Worn with an Irish flare My father's spirit never fading Ten years he's not been here He'd tip his hat for a "lady" Maybe just touch of the brim The man I saw this morning Used a cap; had a crooked grin No thought if the gesture's current Or appreciated as tendered It just his greeting of another Good feelings were now blended