Silence Between Generations

I stared silently at the old man
Tossing coins into a torn can
His face was tired, wrecked and worn
Radiating joy rarely known.

i stood there watching him,
Patiently finding his lost sim
Wondered what blood ran in his veins,
Mine were rushed, his felt like rain.

I was standing there with a lost heart,
Awaiting joy to play it's part
A girl, a teen who had lost her spark,
Watched the old man in the dark.

He gave me a vibrant smile,
Silence burning through a thousand miles.
My face lit up with his passive glow,
Problems vanished at a hand's blow.

I stared silently at the old man
Tossing coins into a torn can.