The Friendly Fruit Man
The friendly fruit man smiled at me,
His usual routine,
Despite the dripping drizzle
Dampening the morning scene.
A dozen other vendors
Stood impassive, getting wet,
But not the friendly fruit man –
He’s not missed a smile yet.
I wonder at his happy moods –
His day is very long,
With hours spent upon his feet
And, though I could be wrong,
He likely travels from afar
To reach his special spot,
A corner near the hospital,
To sell the fruit he’s got.
So many folks, including me,
Find reasons to complain,
But not the friendly fruit man,
Smiling even in the rain.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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