The Grey Area
I saw the tears in her eyes,
Not because she was crying,
But an imprint,
From a hundred cries before.
A single mom,
Doing the best she could,
But she was far,
From evening life's score.
Her speech was slurred,
Probably from,
One too many drinks,
Drowning her sorrows away.
I almost,
Overlooked her completely,
Cause I couldn't,
Understand the words she had to say.
I could of ignored her,
Told her,
She wasn't welcome,
Cause I had no time to waste
But she had with her,
Her son,
Who despite being a bit embarrassed,
Did his best to explain her case.
So I decided to hear her out,
And despite my skeptic thoughts,
I decided,
To give her a chance.
Something about her appearance,
Told me she needed a break,
From people telling her,
There excuses for can'ts
The next month,
She came back,
Bright an early,
Ready to honor our deal,
I was encouraged,
Thinking how misleading,
Prejudices were,
From that which is real.
Here she was,
A good mom,
Just trying to give,
Her son something better,
And I almost,
Made her life harder,
By believing my misconceptions,
To the letter.
I learned a valuable lesson,
That day
You can't judge a book,
By it's cover.
And sometimes,
It's hard to tell the difference,
From a fall down drunk,
And an ill fortuned good mother.
Copyright © Jose Velazquez | Year Posted 2010
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