The Grasp for Life, How Touching.
It’s mid week,
Frustration reaches peak,
Work is through for the day,
The summer heat is here to stay.
Out of the office he goes,
To the bus stop he knows.
On the way, he feels a startling tug
from a man with an empty mug.
With a shrug, he quickens his pace,
Not giving a nickel in grace.
He stands with those all lined,
a grating impression of the beggar in mind.
Once on the bus, he fights for sleep,
But his dreams begin to weep.
He fumbles for a book,
To dodge guilt’s hook.
He puts his coat on the seat beside him,
filtering through the pages, so to skim.
The bus stops for more,
A lady asks for change, but all ignore.
His mind begins to spin around the day’s events,
and concludes he lives by false pretense.
He thinks of the office and the work he did to get by,
The beggar, the lady he could have helped but didn’t try.
Through the window the sun bathes’ him in heat,
He pulls the bell string and moves to his feet,
Glancing around as he walks towards the door,
He guarded the only empty seat and there weren’t any more.
Hastily he strides down the road,
His mind reaches over load.
The beggar’s image crowds his thoughts
And the lady needing change drifts in and out in spots.
Riveting his eyes in apparent concentration,
his mind races with a nervous sensation,
guilt begins to strain
with life’s past pain.
He wipes his face with his arm,
His mind signals mental alarm,
Functions begin to shut down,
He begins to drown.
Falling on the sidewalk,
Pain in his shoulder, he can’t talk.
Quivering and twitching on the ground,
He’s unconscious bound.
In a last effort try,
He reaches for a passerby,
His eyes fixed in a glaring stare,
His mind in a death scare.
The passerby looks straight ahead,
Not acknowledging the man’s dread.
The beggar’s fingers contort after the passing pants,
The business beggar bows out of life’s dance. http://davidcdagley.com/
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