Larisa Rzhepishevska

Rookie - 117 Points (Odessa, Ukraine)

When I Was Going Home - Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

When I was going home

the darkness was around,

nobody on the street, indeed.

I saw an old woman,

she was a dandelion like, .

she rummaged in the refuse bins

which were all alike.

She was the one who's got her pension

'in the proportion with her job'.

I wouldn't like here to mention

that she was just robbed.

She bought the medicines

had not enough for food,

she bought the food

had not enough for medicines.

...And close to the refuse bins

there was a stall

and boxes with the fruit were near by.

'It looks you're pushed of money'-

she heard the voice.

'take some from here,

it's much better choice.'

She smiled sadly and

I've heard her answer:

'Can't take anothers'.

And with those words

she slowly moved......

to another refuse bin.

I saw that scene.

I began to cry

and I know why.

I was delighted with her greatness,

I was ashamed of my carefree life;

and if I were her I wouldn't decline.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 25, 2010

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