The Silent One

The day was not sunny though the weather was fine He sat on his mobile chair on the pier fishing with rod and line When i said hello to him he did not reply That he choose to ignore me i did wonder why His serious countenance did not hide any guile The type whose face might crack if he did smile Just one quick glance at me then he looked away To me he did not have anything for to say In his mid forties his short brown hair showing traces of gray Perhaps he was having a bad fishing day The fish were not biting his luck did seem out At times in life nothing for to smile about He will never be my friend and he is not my foe The rod and line fisherman who ignored my hello His serious looking face it was bordering on sad Suppose in life there are the good days and bad A smile never does cost anyone anything In fact it can be quite a beautiful thing To my greeting he choose not to reply His mood matched the gray clouds of the sunless sky.