Random conversations

Red rimmed eyes
And old,
Cloud coloured hair,
The loose limbed walk
Of slender bones,
A man you'd say
Had left youth
Far behind,
In an airport lounge,
And carried it's picture
Next to joy's,
In a worn out Leather wallet.
A man you'd hear
With a smile,
A lump just starting
At your throat,
Then wish,
Life's learning
Distilled through talk
So purified of pain
Could be kept,
To savour
Through the same.