A Life That Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A life that

In morning
-with sun out
-the chill bites.

Many walk
-some on bikes.

Funny and respected
-are people who hold the
- "Stop" sign…

They are all bundled up
-constantly look at light
-to raise hand and inform:
-time to walk or drive…

Behind wheel, I stop.
-Eyes focus on roadside
-see workers, all in rush
-and the kids' school-bags.

Jealousy kill me when
-diluted with dreams,
-nostalgia, wish and will…

They head for
-some life that
-I have not! ! !