Looking Not Seeing - Poem by maria goodison
Under the sky where the river goes by,
sits an old woman asking why?
Under the bus station
sleeps a homeless boy always asking why?
Under the wind trying to keep warm
is a man not knowing why?
Under the farm with her hands bleed dry,
is a woman who does not ask why.
She understands the work that needs to be done
and is humble for the way her life has become.
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