That Old Man
An old man hobbled into the park
by Ananta Madhavan
And sat down on our bench.
He laid aside his crutch
And told us he felt fine;
Though he had been diagnosed
As both diabetic
He claimed to have told his doctor,
"Our blood and tears are both saline,
But life is sweet".
The doctor, who came later,
Told us the old man was his strangest case.
That limping grandpa had been weighed
And not found wanting.
He had kicked the weighing machine,
Then thrown down his crutch
And briskly stalked away, muttering,
'But Life is sweet".