Passing By
I pass her by everyday.Tired eyesAnd a weary smileAre her only adornments.She looks toward me,But, quickly, I turn the other direction.I speed the pace of my walk,Ignoring her cries for help, andHer pleas for mercy."She deserves this," I tell myself."She brought this fate upon herself."Suddenly, I hear a voice from heaven say:"The Kingdom belongs to such as these."This poem © Kevin Walker. Pu... »