The Stranger
I remember that look;
Your face, true disdain
I think it's that, which struck me most
The hate your eyes displayed
It was never my intent
when you walked in through the door
My smile was all I had to offer
My presentation was much too poor
I know who I am
And I was never much adored
But your sneer cut right through me
Like nothing I've felt before
From your lips you whispered sharply
As you ordered up your food
And you thought I couldn't hear your slight
Just a cook without a clue
But I heard you
And those words were most sincere
A wound which pierced my dignity
And never truly healed
Since that evenings encounter
Twenty years give or take
I'd love to see that look again
And wipe it from your face
I'd tell you who I am
And who I'd soon become
That I've done and seen things
How Many times I’ve proved you wrong
I'm sure you have grown
And treat other strangers well
I'm sure friends and family care for you
So I'll wish you no ill will
But just once, I hope you struggle
And your bowls strikes you lame
And you think of me, that ugly cook
And your burger that I made
Copyright © Justin Clason | Year Posted 2022
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