The Walk Poem by Maria O'Connor

I walk outside through the frigid air,
Watching people rushing everywhere.
Everyone has their eyes turned down.
I'm alone in looking around.
I look at them and see this torment,
Like one continuous shared lament.
With so much pain on every face,
My joy seems so out of place.
I wonder what could be wrong today.
Were they hurt along their ways?
As I contemplate this thought,
My own heart becomes distraught.
Soon I'm weighed down in this mess,
No more do I feel happiness.

Sadness is like a big disease,
Bringing people to their knees.
I beg of you take this advice:
Don't harbor sadness in your life.

©2006