Spellbound

An old man
sitting in a bar
drinking alone
I saw him.
The simling eyes
moving round and round
touched me.
His furrowed face
tells the story
of life - I was thinking
I was spellbound
by him - but I can't
hide my looking.
He's so happy
He's smiling
on his face.
And suddenly
he came over and
spoke to me
I was listening - and
all the time
he had this
uncertain smile
I was thinking.
He's so happy
He's smiling
on his face.