Donal Mahoney

Winter In The Checkout Lane - Poem by Donal Mahoney

Old lady on a park bench
hunkered down
babushka and shawl
snow and wind
dancing everywhere
as she waves her cane
and says young man
you and I are in
the same checkout lane
our carts are heaped
with many good things
we can't take with us
I'm ahead of you
and can see a sign
on the register
that says 'no cash,
no credit accepted
but everyone pays.
Have a nice day.'

Topic(s) of this poem: eternity

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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