I came across a wandering man,
He had downward wrinkles all over his pale face
I tried to speak to him,
But he just kept walking

He was without a friend
“No one cares for me,” said the man
There was a sudden cry,
He knew that it was not for him

He was hunched over, moping
“Time has no meaning to me anymore,” he said
There was a luminary clock on the night sky,
That clock never moved for him

I came across a darkened man
He wandered and no one cared, including myself
His time was endless,
And he just kept on walking

I felt as if I were draining in the same hole as he was
His droopy, pale face, made me feel down
I never felt such sadness until I met this man
It was as if there was no way to help him