Bus Stop

BUS STOP Wondrous images of a thousand faces, All different colors all different races. From a 90 year old man to a baby 3 days old. This old man has a look in his eyes much wisdom he must hold. As I see him looking at the baby he seems to be thinking of the years when he himself held someone and eased them from their fears. You can pretty much tell the life of a man the look in his eyes, the texture of his hands. I asked this man and he told me a story About all of his riches and all of his glory. A lot of money was something he said he never had Money to him was nothing Yet, there was never a richer man. The riches and glory the man spoke of was a breath taking young woman With whom he fell in love. He said her skin was as soft as the silkiness of the rose. Beautiful blue-green eyes that could capture a rivers flow. He said that she loved him with all of her heart a love that was strong till death made them part. That’s when the tears began to roll down upon his cheeks. A heartbroken man so strong in appearance with a breath he becomes weak. Anniversaries he told me of he clung to 67. He said he looked into her eyes and saw the gates of heaven. I asked him where his family was for he spoke of them with pride. What God has put together he said, no man will divide. Then he looked at me and said, it really doesn’t matter. The crack in his voice I could tell his life had just been shattered. Now there was something peculiar about this man’s face. Although he was crying in his tears there was grace. I asked him for the secret to the love he seemed to have. He said always keep an open heart and never go to bed mad. Let it be known to the ones you love tell them every day. Keep their memory in your heart and never ever stray. It seemed we talked for hours on end, with a 90 year old man, I just became friends. He told me true love words cannot express. For through the actions of the heart is where it’s found best.