Lpnely

Lonely He walks alone along the roads of all the local town and villages. His head bent down, every day, in all weathers. A red woolly hat hides his features with a scruffy coat he wears, no matter what time of day, in sunshine, or rain, wind or snow. Hands held behind his back, he looks neither left not right, he struts at an even pace, his feet, a mind of their own. I wish he’d stop and say hello, I’d offer him a smile of greeting. But his stature repels the slightest knowledge that he is there.