Why are you so nervous now, yeh?
I always am, dear old man,
And he held out his hands towards my head,
So, following customs, I bowed my neck,
He hugged me over the counter and said,
Come come come boy, I will give you a drink.
This companionship lifted me,
Kept up what smile I had gained,
As I walked, and walked ever so swiftly,
I thought back to the caring stranger, who,
Offered a smile and a good hug stiffly,
What a gently spoken, kind, ageing man.