Yesterday,
I saw an old man,
you can say what the hell is so special about an old man?!!
But, you know what?
You and me will gets old.
Just not now.
What matters is all about timing.
In the crowds,
step by step,
he walked,
with his bent back.
So every step he takes is such a challenging task in my eyes.
I can't imagine if I were to walk with bent back like his.
I was just a walking distance away from him.
In a long queue.
Waiting for the bus.
I saw a lady carrying bags of goods walking behind him.
"Oh, she is the daughter of the old man. I guessed."
But I was proved to be wrong.
The lady drop down the bags carefully on the floor.
She whispered to the old man.
Then, she walked pass me and lined behind me.
Soon I realised.
He was alone.
"Owh God, he is alone!"
"He is old and he still taking bus?"
People around me was impressed by his determination taking bus alone.
I stood still.
With tears running in my eyes, I hold.
I thought of my father.
I wondered,
will that be happening to my father?
will I be at his side when he is old?
will I be holding his hand tight to assist him to walk?
Yes, I want to make a difference.
I came to a sudden thought to help the old man
but I was afraid.
I gave myself an excuse,
"It's late, and I'm a student. Nothing much I can help him."
"He will be fine."
I looked at him for the last time, and I left.
People around like me,
put sympathy eyes on the old man with no action taken.
Yeah,
I'm so generous to give away my sympathy,
and I shall feel ashamed to myself.
* I never take picture of the old man due to confidentiality. Main purpose of sharing this is to keep a reminder for you. Treasure your parents like how they love you.
I saw an old man,
you can say what the hell is so special about an old man?!!
But, you know what?
You and me will gets old.
Just not now.
What matters is all about timing.
In the crowds,
step by step,
he walked,
with his bent back.
I can't imagine if I were to walk with bent back like his.
I was just a walking distance away from him.
In a long queue.
Waiting for the bus.
I saw a lady carrying bags of goods walking behind him.
"Oh, she is the daughter of the old man. I guessed."
But I was proved to be wrong.
The lady drop down the bags carefully on the floor.
She whispered to the old man.
Then, she walked pass me and lined behind me.
Soon I realised.
He was alone.
"Owh God, he is alone!"
"He is old and he still taking bus?"
People around me was impressed by his determination taking bus alone.
I stood still.
With tears running in my eyes, I hold.
I thought of my father.
I wondered,
will that be happening to my father?
will I be at his side when he is old?
will I be holding his hand tight to assist him to walk?
Yes, I want to make a difference.
I came to a sudden thought to help the old man
but I was afraid.
I gave myself an excuse,
"It's late, and I'm a student. Nothing much I can help him."
"He will be fine."
I looked at him for the last time, and I left.
People around like me,
put sympathy eyes on the old man with no action taken.
Yeah,
I'm so generous to give away my sympathy,
and I shall feel ashamed to myself.
* I never take picture of the old man due to confidentiality. Main purpose of sharing this is to keep a reminder for you. Treasure your parents like how they love you.
