A gracious smile displayed obliquely,
I knew that I am growing old
And only in return smiled meekly.
You did not stop or slow for me,
Your youth to other quarters urging,
Politeness making show for me
Because our separate paths diverging.
If I had made attempt to bolt
Along your course, to chat or stall you,
It surely would have brought revolt
As would annoy if not appall you.
Yet if our paths might cross again
I hope your smile will shine less cautious,
And let the day breathe warmer then,
My soul alert, old age less nauseous.