I saw a cold, frightened,
Old looking man today,
As I crossed the road.
I didn't recognize him.
His clothes seemed shabby,
Although it wasn't helping that
He didn't carry his-self well.
He half ran towards me
Across the wide street,
Apologetic almost at the
Too fast cars.
Everything about him
Seemed on the run.
He was drowning in the
Icy downpour, having lost his
Umbrella, or was it laid in
His silent flat, waiting for him.
I only knew this because
I suddenly realized, it was
My reflection in a plate glass window.
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