Dredg

This lonely old man at heart,
Resting gray hairs,
On wrinkled arms,
With nothing but,
A stool to hold up his back
Skinny legs,
With Japanese mileage,
Crossed at the ankles,
He's unaware
Maybe you've never seen it,
Maybe you've never been through it,
It's the only way,
To understand it.
Unaware ,
Of his surroundings,
Youth in packs,
Swarming,
Like wolves to a fresh kill,
The scenic tracks,
He's just scared,
About dying.
Maybe you've never seen it,