At last, a yellow cab halts... my seventh try
Weighed by pressure on a rushed Friday
Drained from loud traffic, I look for night’s rest
Almost lost that job; boss in a mad game.
Frantically, a nervous man comes to me
Hurrying big steps, a weary frame bends
" Pardon me, did you just stalk me?", I cringe
Being nearly fired , my eyes ignore his words.
Until he pleads to take my seat in the taxi
The stranger has to reach a diner in minutes
New offer waits after months of lay-off
Fumbling, he speaks of kids with promised wishes.
Watching the sunset drown from the cityscape
I offer to drop him in his new workplace ;
Unknowingly, we strike hearty pleasantries
With my office-day ending better, his evening... the best.
Pardon Me, Did you Just Contest
by nette onclaud