No Longer Guilty
Drained from Friday’s grind, the cab halted quite late
When a stranger begged to take my place instead,
In my coarse language, I ignored his appeal
Till the man spoke of an offer in Café Bread.
As grey sunset drowned against a city’s face
I owned up , knowing now of his long job-quest,
That I dropped him in time, in a new workplace
My day ending well… a stranger’s night, the best.
3/14/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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