J.J B. Torment

The Booth... - Poem by J.J B. Torment

In the booth a man wipes his nose
Two hours later an elderly woman shows
All dressed up in tattered clothes
And through her old warren out shoes they see her toes
Homeless and alone outside she froze
She sits drinking her tea and nobody knows
What's going on in her life, the highs and lows.
She stares out the window as it snows
Thinking of the life that she chose
Knowing it's almost time for the café to close
As people turn their heads they see her old
With a presumptuous attitude, in the air, their nose they hold
They don't understand what they're doing to their kids they mold
Forgetting the greatest of laws that god has told
To love one another in this world that's so cold
To help out the poor and share our humble abode
Because one day it could be you as your life unfolds
Sitting in the booth, scared, empty and alone
Wishing someone would just smile and to you say hello
This is how some of the peoples' story does go.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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