Under the Overpass
I am the man who sits under the overpass.
I'm just a blink when traffic is moving,
but more closely-eyed when cars go by slow.
Some pause in inquiry, wanting to know if I'm okay.
Others pull over and offer help to me,
to which I say,
I am fine.
They drive off bewildered,
pondering their comparative, comfortable lives.
They cannot understand why I do what I do.
To every person in every car that passes by,
I say,
I'm not sitting here for me,
I'm sitting here for you.
Copyright © Scott Campbell | Year Posted 2022
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