Late in the day a man all alone
Surrounded by gray and somber in tone
Shuffled with effort
For tired his sort
Inquiry
he made
Of a can of import
And crooked a gaze
From a clerk in a daze
When this his request
Was cheaply
Appraised
For his head did it bow
For
Her head
side to side
For his smallest request
Was quickly denied
And there did I stand
And shared his dismay
While all around
Spoke
the news of the day
The coupons
The deals
The
The 5 minute meals
The
Lottery folk
While
Clicking there heals
So beyond ,in disbelief
For he would not this day
Find what had brought him
all of this way
So, empty his cart
So poor is this man
With broken of heart
Without the right can
For gluttons all us
With
Sales at a scoop
While one man
Would be fine
With
Celery soup.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Late in the day a man all alone
Surrounded by gray and somber in tone
Shuffled with effort
For tired his sort
Inquiry
he made
Of a can of import
And crooked a gaze
From a clerk in a daze
When this his request
Was cheaply
Appraised
For his head did it bow
For
Her head
side to side
For his smallest request
Was quickly denied
And there did I stand
And shared his dismay
While all around
Spoke
the news of the day
The coupons
The deals
The
The 5 minute meals
The
Lottery folk
While
Clicking there heals
So beyond ,in disbelief
For he would not this day
Find what had brought him
all of this way
So, empty his cart
So poor is this man
With broken of heart
Without the right can
For gluttons all us
With
Sales at a scoop
While one man
Would be fine
With
Celery soup.
I saw this happen yesterday. Humbled to say the least.
