By first star and last
He sits by the store all night
In pinching cold he holds fast
Against sleep and fear he puts a fight
“Tell me frail old guard
How do you afford the smile?
I ever wonder without a word,
Waving back he smiles the whole while.
They put him out to guard the store
To burn his life’s last embers
On measly wages am sure
His name no one remembers
I pass him by every morning
On my way to the job I hate
His smile ever adorning
Knows when am early knows when am late
Not a single word pass we just wave
A face wrinkled with pain and loss
First gives a gaze so grave
Then like sunshine on a wall of moss
Flashes a smile most charming
I always wave gently smiling back
I wonder if without much whining
Ever smiling I could endure such luck.