Old man, sitting at a table

Bitterly cold during the height of summer

Sitting, waiting for something unknown

A kind glance, some acknowledgement

That he too is a person

 

Men, women, running to a destination

Wrapped up in themselves

Frightened to acknowledge

Anyone not like themselves

What if he talks to me?

 

Young man, leaning on his friend

Stands up to get some water

Takes off his robe to wash

The feet of the men

Who will flee in his time of need

 

Father, father, why have thou forsaken me?

Last breath is taken

Ultimate sacrifice given

His life for yours

Old man, sitting at a table.

©2002 deneen white