Hike Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hike

Doubted that would get ride
-shyly raised his arm, thumb.

I saw him, drove past
-then, reversed.

I remembered old days
-with trust and respect
-plenty and much more;
-everywhere.

We, silent, stood where
-could be seen, visible
-to seek help…

Somebody would stop
-acted as good friend,
-a sister, brother…
-Could even become a
-partner…

Now, cellphone is in hand
-a nasty replacement!

On the roads, lift, even
-when at home, in kitchen.

I told him to jump in
-surprised, was and did.

Soon we were too close
-silent I, he spoke…

He was a handicap
-not in full but partial
-possibly barred from
-handling any car…

Great times are too short;
-we had to say: "Goodbye; "
-his path was straight…