"Good Luck"

I felt sadness inside me,
as I walked to the Thames.
The way there, it wasn't far;
the moon hung in the sky.

It was already late, not yet night,
the evening seemed long.
I had thought so much
on this quiet walk.

Most people were at home,
I felt lonely.
But was I really that alone?
A sound reached my ear.

Not far from me, at the side of the road,
I saw the old man -,
with a flute in his hand.
I approached him.

Now he was playing for me alone
and blew his instrument.
He looked up and was pleased
that someone now knew him.

I didn't say anything, stayed with him
and paid attention to his playing.
I could see a plastic cup,
There wasn't much in it.

The coins I had with me,
I gladly gave them to him.
He smiled and said "Good luck",
which he probably never got.

I said "thank you" and had to leave,
I was too moved.
I didn't want him to see the tears -,
maybe he felt it.