Losing My Seat

Losing my seat To explain regarding my train, I left my seat seeking tea, Up on my feet, out of my seat, Asking a near neighbour to keep, A close eye on my bag, Not a difficult feat, So after my sojourn, I swayed my return, To find a disabled man, Had taken both my place, But also thrown my bag, Across the floor, Politely I asked, if I could request, That he move, just a little, Something he did with a smile, His blind eyes turned upwards, In a shrivelled, crippled way, And in between his sudden screams, I learnt of his birthday, 33 today, And his friend Obe, who guided his way, A dreadlocked black angel, Seeing the glory of God's creation, In my humble acceptance, Of circumstances survived, And I was grateful he stole my place! @Andrew Carnegie, Twixt Reading and Swindon, Jan 7th 2017. If you would like to know a bit about me and my poetry please click this link below: https://youtu.be/Ic_V7aX4xbk