The Vigil

The stubborn man refused to budge
or listen to complaints
he always wore a frown they said
while standing at the gate
on rainy days he might stay in
on sunny days stay late
but there was not a day went by
when he wouldn't wait

Exactly what he waited for
no one could ever say
the local folks just wandered by
wishing him a pleasant day
He would gruffly wave them off
and mutter to himself
while keeping up his vigil
and keeping to himself

Curiosity finally gripped me
I had to find out for myself
so cautiously I approached the man
and this is what I asked
"Why do you stand here everyday
peering into the wind?"
"a lonely endless vigil
seemingly without end"

He smiled at me as best he could
and slowly shook his head
" I am waiting for somebody
who wants to be a friend"