There was an old man
at the corner of seventh street
that tried to convince all those who passed
that he came from Mars.
And most people
He spoke like a Martian,
waved his hands around like a Martian,
and sat silently exactly like a Martian.
It was enough for some people to just walk on by without a second thought.
Eventually, all the old man ever did was sit there,
staring onward past the busy traffic and pedestrians.
The world moved onward like a cog,
ignoring what he thought was right,
ignoring what he was trying to say,
ignoring what he was trying to do.
"Are you finally done talking?" asked a woman.
The old Martian huffed.
"No, but you are done listening."
The woman, her pride blinding her from her obvious flippancy,
stormed off and never walked that corner again.
Many people did indeed
stop to question the old man
for after his strange behavior that day
he said the same thing.
"You are done listening."