Waste

I was walking 
in idle steps
down the park
brown grass 
dry wind

A woman 
with grey hair
wearing plastic bags
to keep warm
laughing
mumbling
in her own
merry world

Why am I
so sad
so depressed
got out of
a warm bed
in snug clothes

I keep walking
aimlessly
to nowhere
but following 
the woman
She suddenly
becomes
my focal point
and the only 
highlight
I can recall
in my pethetic
expired life

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa

6 thoughts on “Waste”

Sometimes, it does all seem a big waste. And then we look at others having a tougher time…
Makes one feel ashamed for not being more grateful.
Lovely words. So much to think about.🙂

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Cassa Bassa says:

Jul 27, 2021 at 9:39 pm

When I saw the man and the laughing woman in the park, that’s how I imagined it. I really felt the homeless woman brightened the sad man’s day.

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1. Terveen Gill says:
  
  Jul 27, 2021 at 11:24 pm
  
  The unexplainable joys. 🙂
  
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