Monday 7:45 am
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Meeting on the 10th floor
Briefcase in my hand
Jumped short across a puddle
Coffee left my hand
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Splashed across the pavement
Stopped against a man
Soaked down to his body
An old torn sleeping bag
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He looked at me and chuckled
He offered me a hand
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I tried to say I'm sorry
He looked at me and said
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This coat was in a window
I purchased it brand new
I now can't even remember
If it's black or blue
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One look at you reminds me
That I was once like you
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I used to be a provider
I used to provide for two
December, early winter
A great big deal fell through
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Not very long thereafter
All bills were overdue
The bank sent us reminders
By then we two were through
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I know you're in a hurry
Important things to do
This early winter morning
Go on. Go see it through
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Be kind to those in need, you never know when you'll need a hand.
- Thomas - © Dec. 15, 2014
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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