It's 10 am and I have already said over a hundred good mornings,
And I will say a couple more before they turn into good afternoons
And then into good nights,
I say them to a lot of people most of whom barely say them back,
Heck am lucky if they even try to make eye contact,
I understand,
They are probably having a bad morning,
Or they having a long day,
Or they have been sitting for hours in rush hour traffic,
But mostly they just look sad, a couple of them need to lose some fat,
I watch as they struggle to ark their lips into a smile,
And the dark glasses they wear to hide the windows to their souls,
I see them as they quickly walk on by,
Always in a hurry! Am sure some wish they could fly,
Some look like they have already tried, others like they are just about to die,
Some are always chasing after their puppies,
One of them actually has husky,
That he calls dusty, Or maybe he told me rusty,
Shouldn't matter its still a husky,
His furry best friend, wait a minute I think he told me his name is Charlie!
One of them did talk to me this morning,
I had to step back since his breathe still had the smell of whiskey,
I check the clock, its still morning,
But I understand, I heard him and his wife fight this morning!
About how she was looking at guys in the gym or something,
"My life really *****" he tells me, "My wife is going back to her ex"
"But still wants me to pay for her frozen eggs, and be her best friend"
When did this even become a trend, frozen eggs and being best buds with your ex?
I feel his sadness as he tries to accept his sudden life events,
I want to say this things happens that maybe its for the best,
But I just look at him and nod my head,
Because deep down all we need is a friend.
I get to meet a lot of people each day at my place of work, this is typically how most days go! I hope you enjoy the poem.