Lonely Old Man

As I sit here alone

I see nothing but people passing me by

I try to smile and to say "Hi"

But no one notices someone who is being kind

They look to me like I am nothing

Then they turn their heads

Seeming to be afraid to be seen saying "Hi" to an old man like me

For my life, it is like a flower

I had bloomed into a child

Now, I have grown old, like the dying flower

This I feel makes other turn the other way

So, I sit here alone waiting for my one day to come

It will be then that I am gone

And yet, I still would not have heard that simple word, "Hi"

That for so long my heart had desired