Subway

A lonely person in the subway
Stuck into my mind:
An elderly, so sad and cuddling,
With sight, so vague, but kind.

This solitude was odd, magnetic,
That differed him from others.
And neither pompous nor poetic
He was and lacked all bothers.

This solitude, this fluffy boredom
Was torturing him deep inside.
And nothing soothed his inner hollow,
But he didn’t care, he didn’t mind.