Maureen Pickford


A Sorry Story - Poem by Maureen Pickford

You're there again with your dejected air
Sat on your squashy, stuffed bin-liner chair
I pass you this morning, glance to the side
Note again the bruised look under your eyes
Today you're hunched over, head on your chest
I look away and hurry on by, lest
You notice me, think me strange I might care
Wondering why you remain in your lair
The shop doorway, now your territory
It whispers your past, a sorry story
Fate is a shape shifter, stealing chances
Horribly altering circumstances
I wish I could help, maybe give away
My guardian angel, to you, for a day.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2012


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