The Man Crossing the Street

The humidity is so hot
as I walk down the street,
my legs aching and hurt,
My knees so weak.
No money in the budget
as far as I can see,
for a cane or walking stick
for an old forgotten man like me.

In the middle of the street,
I find that I have to stop.
I just want to go home,
but my hat has fallen off.
Flying with the wind, I pick it up,
and as I bend I cough.
The pain in my knees radiating
making my body want to drop.

I make it to the sidewalk,
but the light has already changed.
The people honk. They yell. They scream.
Completely outraged.
I feel scared and alone as a pass,
just a weak man of old age.
No family to care for anymore
or friendships to engage.