An Old Man Passed Me

An old man passed me
On his bike today
He must of been mid-seventy
He still pushing away.

His hands were old
His hair was grey
But he’d youth in his eyes
And sent a smile my way.

I smiled back
We shared a grin
He don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know where he’s been.

But something passed
In the smile we flashed
And as I drove off
I admit, I laughed.

A message of hope
A picture so clear
There’s still life in the old goat
And not a road to fear.

Keep on pushing
Even when old and grey
And maybe one day you too
Will send this smile, a younger man’s way.

© Daniel Breslin