Might Not Come Your Way Poem by Manonton Dalan

port is close to big trucks
they pile and block the road
anger flares like forest fire
horns express their dismay
while seagulls fly lazily
I left them with knotted minds
hope they solve it in time

wind is cool and sun is young
I walk slow pondering mind
a dollar bill stuck on fence
pointed to a girl she can have
she smile; refuse and walk away
next man reach; have word to say
'don't waste anything free...'