Nothing

The hour is late, And it's clear that my date Will not be showing So I accept my fate The park lamps begin glowing The murky sunset forfeits, knowing That its beauty will forego The river within my eyes it's rowing Out of pursed lips I blow A lonely tune to those passing, even-so To my dismay, a reply echoes late I turn despite what I already know An old man sits lightly, his gait Suggests he had been less active of late Disheveled, yet his smile, ever-growing, Moved me toward his yearning pate Keeping a respectful distance, throwing A smile up to hide the pain that's growing He says "People rarely live so slow." In a voice crisp as the wind that's blowing It's true, I knew, and yet even-so I replied to him simply "Oh?" He said "Son, I used to hate The sun. It would remind me with its glow Of all the things I've lost in haste." Expecting more, I stand and wait For an answer to the question he's imposing "What's your name?" I ask, probing fate "Me? I'm Nothing." He said, forgoing An answer. "I'm not all-knowing, But I've seen enough sorrow To know when a hard wind's blowing." "You carry your pain wherever you go Because words beget action, though Your actions dictate fate. Look at me, boy. Words mean nothing, no?"