Common Struggles of Everyday Living
He struggled to enter the gangway of the bus.
From where he stood, empty seats beckoned him invitingly,
Yet he was unable to make his way through.
Just yesterday, he watched as a heavily pregnant mother,
Pushed her way through, more out of necessity than wanting to,
For the colour on her face,
Showed that she was struggling to breathe.
Yet she walked laboriously,
All the way to the back of the bus,
Where a kid got up and offered her his seat.
Today was not going to be much better,
For the old woman attempting to board a train.
She was desperately trying to get on!
Heads down, selfies, iPad and mobile texting,
Was the order of the morning.
The door of the train was about to close,
When an Inspector, seeing the plight of the aged woman,
Held the doors open, so she could get on.
What’s happened to my humanity?
Pushing, tussling, bags on empty seats of crowded trains,
Seem to be the current trend.
Perturbed, I watched helplessly, as the ‘eighty-something’ got on.
Standing among the young; the middle-aged;
Those seating in suits and dresses, unwilling or unable to say:
“So sorry, Madam, would you like to have my seat?”
“Yes! Yes!” I hear her say. “Please?” “Thank you.”
But the question never came, and the poor old woman,
Simply faded into the stifling crowd,
The many struggles of yet another cold and cruel day.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 12/6/16
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
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