He was better then most.

Maybe he just wanted to sell his cheese.

Never had a man seemed more eager to please.

His small movements made him seem gentle.

His averted gaze made him seem shy.

His lank blanket of hair dripped over milk bottom glasses

His dirty fingers and their jagged nails pick, pick, picked

Hovering he stood waiting for his customer to buy his back of the lorry goods.

It looked like life had chucked him a frayed line.

Had put him at the back of the queue, then stepped on him.

It seemed he had only ever known unfair.

If anyone deserved a break he did.

Or seemed to at least.

Maybe he just wanted to sell his cheese.

And thought that this was the way to please.