Bag In Hand Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bag In Hand



Bag in hand

It is hard when caring, looking round
The man walks
In his hand a large bag
He fills it with apples
Those fallen on the ground; and plucked,
He is old; no income and no job.
I can see deep in him; and his life.
Only help is my sight…
Lava of volcano…and it burns…

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