The young ones gathered.
The beats were blaring and filled the air.
A man sat on the bench with his sandwich.
A kind and gentle man. With an awful disfigurement.
These young ones began mocking his hideousness.
At first the man was immune to the ridicule.
It didn't cease he began to feel a chink in his armour.
When one of them returned home.
"Good news, our friend who saved you from the leopard when you were younger is here"
There the same man from the bench was seated.
And even in his disfigured form a sense of disappointment was worn.