Sunshine Poem by Wakefield Mahon

He saw her standing there and she smiled
As she looked at him with the eyes of child
'Tell me old man, would you like to play?
I'd like to be your friend today.'
He smiled at her saying, 'I'm too old
My pages are yellow, my story is told.'
The girl first was quiet, then started to cry
The old man was saddened, 'Oh, please dry your eye.
I don't know how, but I can try
To be your friend like little guys.'
Thereafter, they met in the park each week
Parting she left him a kiss on the cheek.
Wisdom is gained as years go by,
Yet sunshine rests in a little girls eyes.