I once saw you waiting there
Sitting alone at the bus stop
You didn’t notice me at all
But your image burned into my mind
I stared at it for a long time
I walked away on a lovely afternoon
I wondered why a person so beautiful
Wasn’t the happiest person in the world
Instead, you sat there scowling
Had you been hurt by a lover?
Were you mad at a friend?
What a shame you hadn’t smiled
Old folks say, “Youth is wasted on the young”
What will become of your delightful features
When you grow old years from now?
Will your shiny black hair turn gray?
Will the perfect, porcelain skin
Be scared with angry frown lines?
Perhaps I will walk by again someday
While you are sitting at that bus stop
And you will not be so gruff
Smile once in a while, please
Not for me, beautiful stranger
But for yourself, your future, fading fast
