Carlos and his sidewalk chalk

Carl hit upon his funny bone, watching the passers-by.
Their smiles, laughter and devil may care attitudes sewn neatly between the seams. What fabric shines so bright it contracts the eyes from seeing hopeless desperation painted upon the sidewalk.
He thought his strength would always hold out, thinking his Wife would always be pampered. The sun was slowly sinking down now streaking bands across the bay, had it been that long since he worked the ship toiling endlessly; proud to be standing at the helm. The mind so cluttered with dust, yet he could remember so very much. "Sand with the grain son" the first time She ever said "I Love You Carl", his eyes narrowed in becoming a hawk remembering... "change?" "O yes thank You" ...now where was this he thought, holding tighter to his cardboard sign "I can see the bay"
"I use to work a ship!!!" he yelled , his bones hurt, he just wanted to get home and rest, snuggle with his wife; eighty five,still alive, "where's my wife?" hitting his funny bone he smiled to the young couple who stopped to give him a dollar.