SMILE-WHILE - TRIAL
He sat alone in his chair staring into space his face fixed in a smile,
I watched as his eyes glistened and twinkled in the light once in a while.
Then he stared at his hands and the wrinkled maps of life trials,
Like tree rings, dictating his passage of time all the tears and smiles.
I said hello and he gestured me to sit and maybe spend a while,
Talking and being sociably and not thinking old people are a trial.
So we chatted and I listened and I learned again how to smile,
As he shared his life with me I could see it was not all a trial,
He raised a family had a wife and served his country for a while,
Now he was alone but cared for, had some glory he said with a smile.
So now we meet once a week and you know it’s not some trial.
To relive his live and happiness gives me the best reason to smile.
Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2016