Back story: I saw this old man trying to cross 4 lanes of traffic in the middle of the day and he would try to step out and then jump back and then step out and jump back. It looked like he wanted to kill himself but got scared when it came down to it or something. Well I wrote a little poem for him.
The Old Man
Senile old man, Standing in the street, Where are you going?
The look in your eye, the shuffle of your feet, What are you knowing?
Why do you not step out, are you afraid they’ll stop, thoughts of caring and kindness, Will they miss you when you’re gone?
Senile old man, why won’t you jump, the edge is closer than you think.