While Sitting in a parking lot
watching the sunrise
waiting for a friend
suddenly I realize
There are many types of people
in this great big world.
Each face has a story to tell
as they watch thier lives unfurl.
There is a man in a three piece suit
with his head held high,
waiting impatiently to cross the street
checking his watch for the time
never acknowledging the woman passing him
for, he feels that she is crass
and undeserving of his time
She is part of 'the working class.'
But, many others know her.
She works at the corner cafe
been waiting tables for fifteen years,
She is hoping for good tips today.
She waves at a man behind the warehouse,
for, that is where he sleeps
through summer heat and dead of winter,
but never does he weep.
As she watches him,
there is worry in her face.
How easily she could become another
victim of the fallen rat race,
for, unlike the man in the three piece suit
she is close to the ledge
A sudden weakness, or setback
could put her over the edge.
I learned something about man today
and all that we are not
I got a good dose of reality
just sitting in a parking lot.
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Author notes
"wall of denial"
When I saw your prompt, it brought to mind a poem that I wrote about 20 years ago lol...It was then my favorite poem that I had written . I wrote it one day when sitting in a parking lot people watching. I was in my 20's and just coming to some realizations of life.
I just wanted to share it with you...It was in my rhyming days ...lol I don't write rhyme much anymore...
A contest entry
- Wall of Denial by MuddyKing.
800 points, ended July 11, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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it does share many truths in the world we live in today. the working class is not far from falling off the edge. i have been in the working class till I fallen ill with various illness for i was too poor to see a doctor. now i am paying for it now. some of us do not make it big. we are just important as that man in the suit. many people have stories to tell.some are not heard for many do not have the time to get to know another person. it sometimes is a strange world we live in. this is a very good poem it shows in depth thinking.great work.
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congrats on your HM..this oem reminds me of the poem "My Life in five Chapters by Portia....-___
every lien msu be thought upon...it carries much weight.
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Holy Moly~
Is this in rhyme
j/k...
You are right for it is rare for me to inhale a piece of Yours with rhyme~
taking a picture for later
Love this and the tale told~
Brought back memories...
Excellent!!
Congratulations on Your HM!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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Congratulations on your award Sis as this is something that goes unnoticed in every day living yet, it is a harsh reality for many.
Beautifully penned!!
Jazzy
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as I read I hadn't noticed the rhyme until the notes...sure it had a cadence, but I was taken by the insight and how this seemed so familiar...this is much like the very first poem I ever wrote
Victims of Comfort
scarry..lol
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Hi Aunt Lynda, I like to watch people too and this is a sad poem. Your rhyming is great and the story is so sad but true.
Good luck in the contest
Erin
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My sweet little niece, thank you for your lovely comment!
Happy belated birthday sweetie!
It is sad, and I am glad that you have such a wonderful Mommy that has shown you a loving heart so that you have grown to have one just like hers
love ya,
Aunt Lynda
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The wisdom of watching...to see our direction more clearly looking at another...such a distance, twenty years...lovely angel poet...
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I wonder how much your thoughts have changed since you wrote this .. though the words and images are still relevant to todays society, perhaps even more so as we have seem to become a people who spend our lifes wrapped in a cacoon if indifference.
I'd like to meet your Waitress, to see if she still looks at the homeless with a mothers worry.
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hi Bro...my thoughts really haven't changed much...I have just stopped shouting as much because I realized oly the Heavens seemed to be listening
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This is a great poem to read and one that should be kept for all to see now not locked away in a box well done sis good luck in the contest Brian.
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Oh this is quite good, end rhyme often becomes the master of a poem, here there is a purpose for every word, a meaningful addition; wonderful flow and the reader is caught in the story of a piece of life...many lives seen through keen eyes and an open mind... wonderful message, excellent...PK
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Sad,
Just to know there are souls out there so caught up in their own, that they don't have time to be the blessing they could be to others. For I don't think some realize how fortunate they are, until they themselves are down on their luck. I'm glad my parents raised me differently, I could not stand the thought of not giving someone time a day. Very well inscribed as well as expressed. Love ya sis, and all the best within this contest!
Brother Timothy
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I know that you would never do that, Bro...I wouldn't either...My family likes to joke about me a lot because when I use to take care of my Grandma, in my 20's, when I wrote this poem actually, lol, one day a homeless man came knocking at my door (Grandma lived in an upscale neighborhood) and he had a sign selling potholders for $1 each and I bought 20 and also gave him a drink and a sandwich, so word got around lol
so everyday, I had his friends coming with potholders and then they would ask for something to drink lol and the neighbors were not happy. You could see them peeking out the curtains hehe but my heart was warm
Lynda
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