I was standing at a corner. 
Said an old man at my side
     “There’s beauty in death 
     like there’s beauty in living,
     but you’ve got to move on, 
     can’t hold back on forgiving.”

And glancing at the wrinkles, 
I then casually replied,
     “Maybe once I’ve got years 
     I’ll find time to make peace,
     but now, I’d rather die 
     than pretend to be meek.”

I smiled with pride.  
He simply looked down and sighed.