the old man

I see him everyday. Almost everyday barring a day or two. I cannot forget his eyes. They look hopeful yet sad.
He doesn't beg for money while he sits there on the street. He just folds his hands and greets whoever passes by.
But its' obvious that he's abandoned. He looks like a fine man!
It almost looks like he was kicked out of his own home by his children.

I hadn't seen him for many days that day.. and i wondered what had happened to him.
I hoped he was okay.
So today i met him again and he greeted me. I looked at his eyes, they looked hopeful again.
I am elated at the little difference i make to his life, if at all i do.
He's homeless. I hope he finds a home soon.