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
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