Saturday, January 30, 2016

Poem: The person at the bus stop Comic poem 3



When you've no friends and family
Who want to listen or talk to you
You only have to call on me
I love to talk - and listen, too

Like most people, I'm one of the few
Whose words flow from me, fast and free
I'll gladly tell you what to do
So any time, just call on me

Sometimes you don't want to confess
To those who'll say, "Oh not again!"
"I said before ..." - "Don't give me stress!"
You don't want to depress your friend.

You need someone who's on your side
Explains the other's point of view
From whom you do not need to hide
Who nods, agrees, and says, "That's true!"

Strangers at a bus stop will nod
And smile, be glad, rush to agree
Reply to prayers, faster than God
And ask no more than company

If every stranger is my friend
Although we have short time to stay
Are sorry when our chat must end
But long recall who made our day

Now you know who will take your part
Who'll sit beside or will stand
For sometimes all you need's a heart
Handshakes more than a helping hand

So when your friends and family
Are gone away, then call on me
When you have need of company
I need you, just as you need me.
-ends-
Angela Lansbury, travel writer, English teacher, speaker.
Copyright Angela Lansbury Jan 31st 2016.



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