060410e You Learn Every Time Poem by Manonton Dalan

i meet a man with all these trinkets
on his fingers & printed on his shirt
he said he's from east on a journey
i said ' so do i but i don't have it in me'
he smiled and we have nice conversation
cut short when i told him i have to go home

i learned something today from him
'keep your fingers in your pocket
when you don't like to be bothered'
how many times did i turn my back
and pretended i didn't saw a thing
a few that i can remember; disgusting