I arrive between 7 and 8 am and step onto the platform
I move purposefully toward the main entry and exit
Suddenly a tired face appears, stark in front of me
He looks hungry and when he asks for spare change
I immediately offer him my lunch (home made with organic ingredients of-course)
His eyes are sad as they meet mine
'I just need to get some alcohol into me'
I give him two small gold coins for which he blesses me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem echoes the subway/train/bus system the world over.