To the old man who sits, eating sunflower seeds,
On the steps of the building
I pass each day on my way to work.
We have never spoken,
Yet each day you made my life
A bit more tolerable.
Your morning smile and a slight wave brought hope when the world appeared at its darkest.
A silent kindness, You are the gently face of humanity.
Now, pick up those Fuckin’ sunflower seed shells before someone slips on them and breaks their freaking neck.