Leaned against the shop window.
A young chap.
The centre of the city.
A piece of card in his hand.
Spoke of his woes.
Without  verbally speaking a word.
~#~
I looked at him and smiled.
At times I'll stop and speak.
Today it's busy out there.
Christmas spirit is brewing.
Time is dashing past.
~#~
At the bus stop a woman sobbed.
I wanted to ask her if she was okay.
My bus turned up.
I ran away.
Probably nothing much I could do anyway.
Not my business so everyone says.
(C) Livvi