Old Man With the Cane

Years ago,
When I was young,
There was this man.
He was old,
And always yelling.
Always chasing kids away.
He was slow in walking.
He walked with a limp,
And used a cane.
He was mean,
Not letting any near.
But with sometime,
And pushes from Mom.
I learnt to see
Inside the old man.
He was lonely,
But full of laughter.
He chased us about
With a playful glint in his eyes.
In his limping walk
There was a jump of fun.
He would yell
And swing his cane over his head,
But he livid in life itself.
He had a fire
In that aging soul of his.
And I got to see
How nice he could be.
We became friends.
A young girl and an old man.
A funny and sweet sight.
I'd give him company,
He'd give me sweets.
A smile he gave
With every laugh I had.
It was time to remember.
A time to love.

It happen so fast.
It couldn't have been real.
The police were there
Around his house.
There was trouble,
More than I knew.

It took us forever,
To finally believe.
We didn't want to think of it.
We were only kids.
Things just don't happen.
Not in a place like this.

I forgotten,
As I grown,
Of the old man
With the cane.
He with so many memories
Were locked away,
To painful to remember.
But not to long ago,
I got to remember again.
His face came clear, into my mind.
His smile.
The light in his aged eyes.

The tears came again
As I remember it all.
I was attached
To this old man.

This old man
Who's life was stolen.
Torn apart,
In the curelest of ways.

I remembered the lose.
I remembered the disbeif.
I remembered the smiles.
I remembered the old man with the cane.

I remembered I loved him,
The crazy old man.

***The old man was real. He was murdered.... by his own son and his son's girlfriend for his money. But he kept his money with his daughter who was really nice and sweet. The old man was known as Grandpa to all of us kids where we lived. I got really close to him..... I miss him.