Skip For a Mile

I spoke to an old man on the street the other day... And I was startled by what he had to say. He said," I reach in my pockets and they're as dry as an old bone... I have no friends and I live all alone. I feel so lonely each and every day... I am looking for just a kind word, a smile, some little pleasure along the way. We lonely people make quite a crowd... We've learned to live behind our shroud. On the outside we look as strong as can be... Inside we're dying and I wish you could see. We're good actors and we play our parts well... We're crying on the inside but you can never tell. Oh, please, speak to me or give me a smile... I'd be so happy I'd skip for a mile." So I gave him a hug and then a big smile... And then I felt a lot of joy as I watched him skip for a mile. TK<><