Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Our eyes met...

I walked on by...
I stopped, he looked a decent man.
Back I tracked...
'What has bought you to this?'
'Is it alcoholic or illegal substances?'
All the while breathing the fumes of two glasses of wine drunk at a leisurely lunch over him.
'My marriage has broken up, my son...'
As I put money in his cardboard box I touched his bearded cheek.
'Spend it wisely!' I said...

What right had I to say that, I thought as I walked away?

Did he think 'Daft tart!'
You know something I don't care.
At the end of the day I would rather 
he thought that
than me walk on by!

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