he came in unsteady
  adorned in a worn and tattered helmet,
barely able to walk,
     years of health battled scared legs
         protrude from the tables edge
  as he sits in the same chair
                as the day before
                    and the day before that,
his order redundant without variety,
    quietly observing the world
through café windows,
         construction rattling next door, mid-day traffic slipping by
and people trickling by window shopping,
   still he sits time almost lapsing into oblivion,
       suddenly like a timer going off he awakens,
his focus on greeting, sharing smiles and laughter,
   each customer passes by
               shaking his hand and bidding a fair hello,
in observation from across the café
      the haste of the world is lost to these simple gestures
      that gives life to the age of the man
   worn by its trials and tribulations,
         here he finds comfort
     here among strangers he finds friends,
                 leaving, shaking his hand and bidding an ado
it is evident that his unknown gift is in handing out
    smiles and a brighter look on the day.