I watched that man,
the jumbled man with sad hands
and empty eyes.

I saw him worrying tiredly about everything that had gone wrong.
Wondering frantically about how he was going to save a withering situation.
I wished I could tell his wife, his children, how much I could see that he loved them.

He didn't know anyone was watching.

And I guessed to myself, well, I guess I have it pretty good.