The Old Crab

You can see him all the time

During day hours

Shuffling about on the Marina sand,

He is an aged crab

Now grown weak and tired

Unable to dig and hide in the sand.

He does not ask the sea to take him

For he cannot drown;

He does not wait to be picked

By the kite who cannot see him.

Once I did ask him if I could be of help,

I tried,

I could not convince,

He did not understand me.