Lucky? you or me


I saw a crazy girl today
sitting in the neighbourhood park
with leaves and twigs in her unruly hair
she fits in perfectly, like the tree in the park.

As I got close she looked at me
and started sprouting words of plea
Words? No, wait, just animal sounds it seems
and gestures to her mouth, wide-opened, saying 'food please'.

Her eyes were wild and unfocused
as she points and wails away
I kept my head down and walked right past
as if afraid her madness might contract

Once far away I looked behind
There she was, back where she sat
I can't help a surge of pity
madness, it seems, feels pretty lonely.

But as I walked I saw -
a father with his only son,
spending limited minutes in fakery
A wife with bedraggled hair,
and only one half of two rings
a girl with a defiant face,
her eyes hiding a sea of tears
And a boy with two unborn children waiting,
his feet heavy with responsibility.

Then i took a look back at the girl
with leaves and twigs in her unruly hair
But the surge of pity wasn't there.

Instead, i feel like she's the lucky one.

Labels: Life

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