After Work Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After work

Canada is full of
“Pardon me” and “sorry”
But for her in that time, scary
She heard one mentioning slowly:
“Pardon me.”

The girl had worked long day
Too tired after work, time endless
Had not seen anyone but herself,
A man was on the road
On same side, walked faster
Politely he whispered:
“Pardon me.”

But for her…worn to death…
Came along new pain; with fear
When she heard a man say:
“Pardon me.”