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Originally Posted by dottie
Yes eyeore, I realised Bren was the person looking on to the situation, but wasn't sure if maybe it was a person she knew, who was travelling with her "you continued talking to your past, but the world that betrayed you, but you the betrayed entered mine"
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Not about any one i knew Dottie , just a passenger on the bus.
This following poem is again an observational one something i saw that moved me to write a poem ......
Meditation; Liverpool Saturday
In mid-Novembers bitter morn,
I walked the city streets.
Well wrapped against the bitter cold
and biting wind.
People scurried like eager ants,
each intent on himself
seeing nothing but their own goal.
But one, did ever stand
unconcious of the cold.
A frail old man, thin gaunt and drawn,
leaned ever against a wall
and cried aloud with clearest voice
to the unseeing crowd;
"Have you seen the light?"
Repeatedly he stated his beliefs
suffering the bitter cold
to spread the Love of God
to all who passed.
But
none would heed or take
or listen to his bold
"I have".
Bren