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.

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