Misunderstood

[lostinthewind]

I re edited the poem, do you think this is any better?


At a very first glance you’re so fragile and frail,
Who would have known your past holds such a tale.
You walk with a cane and a hunched over back,
Never do you get any slack.

I heard your story in a rather odd place,
A room just off the track of a horse race.
When you spoke no one around would speak,
I stood on a chair just to get a peek.

The stories you told gave me the chills,
Filling my arms with many little hills.
I caught sight of your eyes glistening bright,
A tear slipped out with such delight.

Just as you finished the race had begun,
Horses went off to the sound of a gun.
Ignoring the horses my eyes remained on you,
I know you could sense them since you looked at me too.