~hanging On A Smile~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

In the wake of morning
while you begin to open your day,
It's just begun to close for some.
The slow turn begins as feet stamper past.
Most don't hear the off-beats tredding behind...
It's them, echoing in a long train of disparity.

I see through swollen eyes these broken,
fragmented piles of sadness on two legs.
Does your heart break for them
as you walk by avoiding interaction?
Do you pause reflecting back
as pain pays no prejudice?
With the spirit of a child alive within us all,
maybe a simple smile would have been just enough.

2005