He was not a small man,
but I'm sure he still struggled
taking so many bags of groceries on the bus.
The kids in their stroller at the library
weren't afraid to voice their thoughts for all to hear,
even when their nanny reminded them:
Inside voices, please.
They answered in honest tones, Why?
The cool evening wasn't enough to keep the man from his motorcycle ride
And his lack of privacy wasn't enough to keep him from singing along to his radio.
The strains of "Let it Be" reached me on the sidewalk.