~ Unheard ~

The Old man,
Walked.
Sunlit Walkway,
Littered and Used,
Signs of caution, Vaguely infused.
Oblivious to his faint presence,
And the creaky bench,
Nimbly blinded by the light,
The hawker screamed with all his might.
Unheard, the Old man walks away,
Resolute and lost.
Until,
Pitiful silence of his denial,
Insatiable Emotions to oust,
And Blinded Silver lining,
hauls him back.
He Bends to straighten his disfigured structure,
And walks back to the hawker,
In all of his fading glory.
He twists and turns,
And stares and begs,
For him to listen to his story.