From behind, I saw him steal food and drink.
His face was light brown; mine's more pink.
He crossed store's lot to a nearby yard.
‘I thought to myself: "Is his life so hard …
that he needs to steal to just survive? "
I guess I'd do the same to stay alive!
I told a grocery clerk what I'd seen;
it's my "honest streak".I did NOT feel mean.
The clerk said: "If I'd seen him ……...",
but she hadn't.He was tall and thin,
And when I left the store, there he sat,
leaning against the store.Think of that!
He did not ask for money, as ‘some' do.
I wondered if, with stealing, he was through …..
for a while.
I walked half a block back to my parked car.
The "distance" between him and me was not far,
but I'm sure, lifestyle-wise, the gap was great.
How many others are often hungry, with empty plate?
Perhaps he was ‘just a thief', liked the thrill?
Perhaps he was addicted to booze or a pill?
Whatever was his situation I'd never know,
but a couple of dollars from me to him could show …
that at least someone cared a bit.I went back.
He was coming out again from the store ………………
[Unfinished as of now, the poem could be finished …
IF anyone asked me to do it.I was writing it in the car,
and my wife came out from her appointment, so I stopped.]
(March ….22 ….2018)
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[[ ok, i believe two PH members 'requested that i' ['TOLD
ME TO'] finish the poem. since i said i would if someone asked,
AND since some interest has been shown, i SHALL finish it here
and now, once and for all, till death do us part, AMEN!
[[....even though i kind of finished it in my Poet's Notes...
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(poem ending) :
I had thought to see if he was in the store AGAIN & he WAS,
or just HAD been. I'd been thinking of what to say...BECAUSE
I did not know his frame of mind, his emotional 'bearing'.
Would he be 'meek and mild', …OR 'punching and swearing'?
[I'd been assaulted/punched a couple of years ago by a stranger,
and so I was NOW a LOT more cautious, & conscious of danger.]
Both now away from the store entrance, I stepped up with money ready.
I held it out and said: "I think you could use this".He looked at me, steady.
He took the two dollars.Then his face (looking at me)LIT UP like a CANDLE!
He said "Thank you", and his seeming gratitude was 'mild'.It I COULD handle!
I turned and walked away, across the store's parking lot, ……very satisfied.
(March ….27th …..2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem