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January 8, 2014
‘Shufty along’ she said
in a broad, husky dialect.
So I did as she asked
out of polite respect.
She then plonked herself
down with her old tatty bags,
and with a toothless smile,
asked if I had any fags.
‘I’m afraid not’ I said,
‘I have never smoked’;
She looked the type to
thump folks, if provoked.
I felt her strong glare,
so stared straight ahead,
hoping the conversation
could now be dead.
But then I softened,
when I needed to stand,
and placed some money
into her hand.
Thinking ‘there, but for
the grace of god, go I’.
I watched her smile return,
as I bade her goodbye.
When I arrived at the office,
my tale started a debate.
Some said I was crackers,
and me did berate.
Others said she would blow it
on ciggies and wine.
My reply to most of them was,
‘so when you do that, it’s fine?
A few fell silent,
they knew who they were.
It’s not just the down and outs
who excessive habits share.
The conversation got heated,
a guy said ‘You’ll see her tomorrow’,
‘I bet she gets on the same bus.
You’ve just bought yourself sorrow’.
There’s no right and wrong answer,
to what I did, that seems clear.
We all just go with our gut feeling,
when those moments appear.
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