Tribute: Was It An Angel?
Busy, hectic London.
Cold faces, frozen stares.
Trapped within their own zone.
Bus station, lack of care.
The ticket said Sunday.
But today was Saturday.
A mix up at the office.
And I got turned away.
No money, no luck.
Strapped down, such a fuss.
Then tears start to tumble.
“Whatever should I do?”
You hear the crowds rumble.
Making me more icy blue.
Out of the masses, from a bench.
Arrived one small, old man.
Fate’s way to make amends?
“I’ll help you, if I can.”
A pack of sandwiches, cup of tea.
And the offer of some money.
Plus the comfort of “sorry.”
Luckily a driver saw my plight.
I would be on the next bus that night.
Yet I don’t recall where my friend had gone.
All I remember is a kindness in cold London.
A true story in March 1998.
Copyright © Angelina Norton | Year Posted 2009
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