…he came trotting down the lane, bringing a bag of popcorn

he seems to be dancing on a beat while walking

he’s got this broad smile on his face

fitting for a sunny weather

 

his thin lips was lined with wrinkles and folded skin

he could have been eighty but his happiness made him look younger

his white hair was rare, as he has lost most of his hair

he whistling as he was walking

and contagious was his happiness that people he passed,

could not help but beam up at him and smile…