I rode the bus earlier.
I saw an one legged old man.
We were both standing up.
I saw a empty seat.
I pointed it to him.
He smiled
as he limped to the seat, a young man stole the spot. without a face of guilt and remorse
I saw the old mans face.
I could remember it maybe forever
as if it was saying "life is always harsh, but i will not let this get me down"
i felt ashamed for complaining to the little things so much, while some people actually needs those little things
