Because I thought it was Wednesday (and not Thursday) today's post is
both late and short.
There was a time about 10 years ago when I returned home to my London
flat and felt guilty for not properly acknowledging someone. On realising I
couldn't even describe him, despite only passing thirty minutes earlier, I
wrote this:
Homeless
I passed you on Blackfriars Bridge,
dropped some change in a polystyrene cup,
and said - you're welcome.
Your sign said you were hungry,
I thought money would be enough
to fill the gap,
But how could it?
I should have stopped,
asked your name, and allowed you for minute
to be someone again.
Thank you
for reading,
Lara