THE LIGHT BOY
His shattered gaze and broken smile
Confronted me at the traffic light
Not a day we missed our date
Not a day I accepted his smile
How could I, from my exalted seat up high?
Caught-up in my own plots to gather shine
I never did share even a dime
While I could never comprehend
the hardships that he’d been dealt
I never took a break from whine
But he endured his suffering just fine
One sad sunny day he was gone
No more there to prick on my brow
Nor beg me with his pleading howls
I wondered aloud, what was my crime?
Was it coz I refused him those damn dimes?
-Random Dai
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