Untitled


I was driving to the bargain store
When I saw a woman
Older than I
In a shabby old sweater.
She was walking along the side of the road.
It was cold and windy.
I felt sorry for her
So I offered her a ride.
She said she didn't need a ride,
Thank you.
Then she caught my eyes
And she saw something sad in them
And I am sure she felt sorry for me.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem