The Old Man Walking (Life On Truck) Poem by Pietro Grossi

Inside Rumenian Country
On the road for Satu Mare
Forty degrees temperature
The heat was Senzazionale.

Kilometres of straight road
You couldn't see the end
When I saw an old man limping,
Going where, I couldn't understand.

I stopped and asked 'Mister
Where are you going to? '
He answered 'To Oradea'
100 Kilometres true.

I asked 'How long will it take? '
When he said '2 hours' I laughed.
I thought rest of your life
Maybe is not enough.

While I said 'I give you a lift'
I thought 'What under him conceals? '
Maybe it's an Angel, Jesus?
So much all was surreal.

While I was pushing him up
Told me 'Va rog domnu ajuta ma'
Which in his languige means
'I beg you help me Sir! '

Mister in half time you'll be home
I said just before Oradea
Soon after he said 'Stop,
Aceasta este o casa mea'. (This is my house)

I felt a bit of sorrow,
He lived in a hut,
No one lived with him,
But was waited by his cat.

'Poate Dumnezeu sa nu uita! ! '
'God don't forget' he said tender
And so I faced the sky
And said 'God did you hear? ..Remember! ! '


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