Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers
You are on the side of the road on the sidewalk with a cardboard sign "I need help" "I hate to ask" You are hard to pass You look about my daughter's age (She's not even 16) But I pass But I pass You look about my daughter's age But I pass My eyes heat up You are hard to pass But I pass Late for dinner
1 thought on “A Slice of City Guilt”
Your poem gets me thinking of what we pass by every day. I like what you did with the spacing too. Gives the reader time to think.