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.
Copyright © Jennifer Proxenos | Year Posted 2021
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