Bitter Stranger

Old, alone, and morbidly obese, Sitting under the shade, Of one lonesome palm tree Near the shower on a beach, As you scowl on demand, At the happy passerbys washing off their sand, In staring at you, never did we lock eyes, But while you watched the others, I watched you wondering why, Why so angry, so bitter? As young women rinsed off, Was it jealous and envy that made you scoff? On such a pretty day what could provoke you so, To waist the time with a grimace, Guess I'll never know.