Random kindness..

He had a kind face,
the only one in the crowd
who noticed me there;
the others bickered hard
with the guy who hit me.
I was lost, didn’t follow
what was happening now,
as many did stand above
trying to handle my life.

He got me to my feet,
brushed off the ferns
stuck to my overcoat,
guided me to that café
where I’ve seen him sit;
he took some candy
from the sturdy cabinet
behind the dusty counter,
that was but dimly lit;
and recommended I eat,
it’d bring me energy,
slowly, surely, bit by bit.

He smiled as he left,
leaving me to recover
in the hearty company
of many a cricket lover
who with each over
did anxiously observe
the ticking of the score;
in the warm shelter,
I soon felt much better,
and I talked with zest,
but to my surprise,
as I ate corn on the cob,
I heard the kind man
sold peanuts for a job.


Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 22, Random), One Single Impression (#243, Kind) and Sunday Whirl (Wordle #79).


(’12, Oct 22)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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