What are you staring at.
He shouted, swaying
with eyes half closed.
I'll effing have you
if you don't look away.
By now the other passengers
were becoming restless
and started moving
to another carriage.
All of a sudden a frail hand
reached out to this man
and grasped it with
a love he hadn't felt
for many a year.
Slowly he sank to the floor.
Tears fell onto his cheeks
as though he had been
released from all his pain.
Not a single word
passed their lips.
when at the next stop
he released her grip,
and disappeared into the crowds.
The old woman sat there sobbing
after he'd gone.
Not out of pity for herself,
but for just another poor
stranger lost in himself.
Alan is 65 and retired and has been writing for just over 2 years. He mainly writes poems and the occasional song. His twitter account is @fevrules. His interests are Rugby League, writing, reading and nature.