Difficult Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to a cab driver venting - his life in shatters.
Wife of 22 years got pregnant by someone else and left him.
Father is dying, he lives with and cares for him.
Last week he was robbed at gun point and a sixty-three dollar
fare ran off without paying him. He just can't get a break.
Never trusting anyone again.
He grew up poor, never had anything, always had lousy jobs
with little pay.
This cab driver, angry at the world for the situation he's in.
A total stranger when I entered his cab, now I know his life
history and my heart goes out to him.
Sensing that he has a good heart and is a decent person, like
me, just trying to exist.
Said a little prayer for him, let him know that, he said he's
prayed all his life and never got nowhere.
An understandable negative outlook that I can identify with
to a point.
He never had children, his mom left his dad after he got cancer
and she was on drugs, stealing all the money, leaving his dad
broke.
There's just no justice in this wicked world of today.
Getting to my destination I wished him well and he did the same
for me.

(11: 49 a.m. - 10/30/13)