Only Yesterday

ONLY YESTERDAY Looking ahead through A dirty pane of glass, I remember yesterday, The old man on the bench, A drenched French Loaf of bread, forgotten Beside an empty Bottle of wine, Half asleep in the cold His hair whipping Beating his face The rain harsh, Dripping from his Bent head, One shoe was gone His naked foot Swollen and red, He had no bed, No one to care, On Planet Earth's realm About to enter the next, I thought for him This was best. I felt my heart quicken As his stopped, And he fell To the ground He was found, For no soul dead Or alive around, That was yesterday. Today, I sit on The same seat On the same bus Taking the Same journey To my little shop On the corner, Where I greet the same People every day, I look up gratefully And say, Thank you God For my life.