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.