Morris Minor. Poem by Kevin East

Morris Minor.

Rating: 5.0


Today
An old guy
In old Morris Minor
Parked
10 metres from a post office.
Half crippled,
He half made it to the door.
I took his arm
And helped him in.
So grateful was he
For so little.

As he limped out
Stooped and brittle,
I saw him back to his Morris Minor.
And he smiled
And I smiled,
Shutting the door.
Leaving him forever
-To count his pension
And me my blessings.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
True story of me helping old guy who could hardly walk..humbling.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Mclansky 26 February 2013

Young man I do appreciate your kindness at the curb, So good of you to aid me there without a pleading word; The indignity of growing old: you become once more a child, You lack a strong commanding voice, you get by on a smile; You grow so weak a curb becomes a problematic trial; You move to lift a feeble leg, an inch becomes a mile; So thank you for the guiding hand, I practically am blind; Do you need a lift somewhere, driving clears my mind.

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