Narrating Michael Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Narrating Michael

I was me, as I am
Extrovert, a windbag,
And met Mike at Matsqui,
Both walked for sightseeing.

Stared as if knows me,
'Hello, ' then greetings:
'Nothing is for nothing! '

Big mistake, he was wrong,
He thought but I was not,
Millionaire who had won,
The Lotto's rich jackpot!

Found him kind and honest,
Gave him card: 'This is me! '

On it read that I write,
And with films am involved.

Found a cause and went on…

This time was orator:
'By one of the weekends
We went to Cultus Lake…'

Said how he saved two kids:
'By themselves on dinghies,
Were taken by the waves,
I saw them drowning…'

I listened, was taken:
'Unaware were parents,
Of swimming, water,
But still, let them go! '

Tried to read his mind,
Discover core of thoughts:
'Shamelessly, onlookers
Bad mouth the poor parents,
Always hope to find them…! '