The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 190 Poem by Flying Lemming

I stand at a stall in the middle of the mall
Not my choice of place at all
I try to catch the passers by
But most wont look me in the eye
I stand at a stall in the middle of the mall

I stand at a stall in the middle of the mall
Sometimes I don’t like it at all
When people treat you so abrupt
For daring to try to interrupt
I stand at a stall in the middle of the mall

I stand at a stall in the middle of the mall
It can make you feel quite small
When some stare right through
And some send a pitiful look at you
I stand at a stall in the middle of the mall

I stand at a stall in the middle of the mall
But I still stand proudly tall
I earn my wages honestly
If you had to, could, like me
You stand at a stall in the middle of the mall