Strangers of Perfection
People passing across the way,
No one smiling as they walk by.
A child cries in the corner alone,
For her friend will never again return home,
A man walks up to ask what's wrong,
But once I come she is long gone.
I want to help her,
I need to help her.
So again to the rescue comes the doctor.
He gives me her wallet and I begin to look.
I find her in a small nook.
"You've been following me" she says.
And i reply "yes".
She no longer cries,
And she's without tears in her eyes.
Copyright © Jeremy Hendra | Year Posted 2011
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