17
FEB
2011


The old man was looking for Argyle street,

I couldn’t meet

His face.

He was out of place.

He said,

I used to know where it was once,

But that was long ago

Way back twenty years or so.

I think his mind was on a slab

So I hailed an Advertisement clustered taxi cab,

And said Take him to where he wants to be,

He’s not all there,

I paid the fare.

And thought about him and what he faced,

With his shirt undone and his shoes unlaced

And wondered why if we care so much

That a crippled man without a crutch,

Could be alone,

Be on his own,

Not in this zone.

It just ain't right.