Signs In Line
It was a long line
as I queued to make my purchase;
just one item for the checkout.
All were getting frustrated,
showing signs.
As the old lady at the front
searched her purse
for the right change
the contents spilled,
rolled across the floor
in all directions.
We put down our baskets
to help with the gathering.
For each of us
such a smile,
showing a sign
of gratitude,
quelling frustration:
made us feel as one,
waiting in line.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2019
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