The Old Stranger

The Old Stranger

Turned my head

Next to me a man stood

Dressed in ratty jeans

Wearing a hood

He walked with a limp

Had a cane

Couldn’t help but

Ask him for his name

He gave me a look

Wasn’t sure how to take it

But he humored me

And he gave it

We talked a while

He told me his story

He had seen the world

For all of its glory

He gave me a tip

Said seize the day little one

You’ll be grown before you know it

And your life will be gone

I shook his hand

Thanked him for being kind

He gave me a quiet smile

Said the pleasure was all mine

 That old stranger

He started the revolution

He gave me the fire

To start my evolution

And so I left

Took my time

My eyes seemed new

Like I had always been blind

I followed his words

I heeded his advice

Wish I could thank him again

For changing my whole life