Spellbound

An old man
sitting in a bar
drinking alone
I saw him.
The smiling eyes
moving round and round
touched me.
His furrowed face
tells the story
of life – I was thinking
I was spellbound
by him – but I can’t
hide my looking.

He’s so happy
He’s smiling
on his face.

And suddenly
he came over and
spoke to me
I was listening – and
all the time
he had this
uncertain smile
I was thinking.

He’s so happy
He’s smiling
on his face