Stranger In a Port
Traveling for days, hours afar
Over oceans, that dark and dreary day
Lagged and weary alone
Deep into the Americas, "what country" I could only say
Luggage lugged without freedom of my hands
Onto platform from off of steps
Looking all around, from where I stand
Then I spied a damsel in distress
On a bench sitting, from afar
Crying and sobbing buried face in her lap
the unknown predicament tugged at a heart compelled
I walked to her to investigate the happened mishap
Nearing, I began to sit
She stopping for a moment, raising her head
A teardrop falling away to her wiping it
Then and there I knew she needed a friend
Blinking more than twice, signaling to me
That now she noticed, my stares all too long
Finally opening my mouth
Asking “what is so wrong”?
Her eyes again with tears did streak
Her lips with a quiver
Before she felt the urge to utter or to speak
“I am at a loss to explain it”
"It appears I have been robbed”
Of all of my money and that of an only ticket
Every bit of it gone, she continued to sob
“What could do I”
A nobody her to, a stranger at best
A few measly dollars, my own ticket
This is all that I have left
But, with a surge to the heart and beliefs I could embrace
Reaching into my overcoat pocket
This I know, I would never hesitate
And feeling of joy a small reward
For there was a love there too
Watching those eyes of hers growing wide
When I offered my treasures
And in her a sense of hope renewed
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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