Dignity
DIGNITY
The racing crowd streamed from the station,
And flowed towards the bus stop.
It ebbed at the kiosk for cigarettes,
Swirling around two undignified ripples:
An old beggar crawling on the ground,
Scrambling for a few coins scattered;
Three pigeons walking awkwardly around,
Scrambling for a few scattered crumbs.
The human race was more dignified
As we scrambled for crowded buses.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2016
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