Tying A Knot Of Friendship Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

I watched him slowly bend down
leaning forward, then slumping,
freeze-frame moments so awkward-
watching from a bench close-by;

his moth eaten wool overcoat
stank of cheap Máduro cigars,
from some several feet away
as I walked towards the bench-

where he sat hunched in angst
struggling intensely to reach
his thin tattered shoelace,
he'd seen that had loosened,

and seeing his distraught face,
I bent down to tie it for him;
No, No, I can do it, he said.
and we tied a knot of friendship