Sunday, June 18, 2017
She Walks the Streets
Half-paralyzed, she walks the streets
An old woman in her house dress,
Unhurried, in this summer heat.
Whilst the buses dash, the people rush.
Her left hand holds a sign: Have pity on me.
I need medicines…
I walk past her and stop for my purse.
She patiently waits…, mutters a thank you.
I nod my head and force a smile
And pray she need not walk a mile.
I feel a stab in my chest,
Wonder if she has anyone who cares,
Thinking one day I could be her
When all else is gone but half of me.
I pray that her soul be whole,
And her feet lead her home.
Jamison 05/25/2017; Philippines