Stranger Poem by Joyce Ann Simms

One day I was walking and talking to myself, as I was walking I found
myself to be talking aloud, because everyone else was staring and listening.
But I noticed in particular this one rigid old lady who had a strange discouraging look
upon her face. At this time I put aside my own feelings only to stop and honor
hers. I asked, why look so sad? She replied as tears began to roll from her eyes,

Ms. I just wanted to hear a voice besides my own, to hear a heart of few saying,
I care. But only to hear and see you wanting the same as I!
At this time I asked, what do you mean, I have many hearts who care, voices to bare, and many who share. All this (I said) is more than I could ever ask for.

She approached me in a subtle way and placed her hands gently upon my face
and asked: Then why do you Weep!