Not The Most Likeable One

Of long and dry Seasons he had lived a span He did look a crusty and hardy old man His face brown and wrinkled from far too much sun He puffed on his fag and he chomped on his bun He looked in good health though his hair silver gray Though clearly he has known a far better day I said hello to him he did not reply He did not acknowledge me as he walked by Not the most likeable one i ever did meet The old bloke who ignored my greeting on the street Perhaps things for him were not going his way We all have our bad moments as some like to say He passed me in silence though to him i said hello One who to me will never be a friend or foe A crusty old bloke one i had not known Perhaps one who does not have problems of his own.