The Old Curmudgeon - Poem
The old curmudgeon walks through town
Wearing a scowl -- his smile upside down
Everyone stays away from him
The poor curmudgeon whose always so grim
They wonder what has made him mad
Why he’s so blue, why he’s so sad
But no one tries to find out why
They cross the street, won’t look him in the eye
If only they would ask
Then maybe they would know
Why his eyes are so sad
Why his face hangs so low
But no one will
And it’s too sad
For perhaps one simple kindness
Would make him glad
Day by day, the curmudgeon goes
And day by day, no one knows
And day by day, no one asks or tires
For they never see the tears in his eyes.
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