Random Poetry

Group Therapy by - (I couldn't find the author)

We are talking about love

(not daring to use that word)

As they sat about me

In a circle.

The boys and girls

Each with a puppet in one hand.

He said

"Mine's an old man

He's so hungry

And so very much alone."

And she in the softest voice

"My puppet's ugly

Everyone hates her."

I searched for words

To form a bridge

Between them.

The old man looked at the ugly puppet.

The paper head nodded gravely

While the group waited.

And I, groping in my word-world,

Waited for the right words

To set them free.

On an impulse

He stretched forward

And gently swept her hair

Out of her face.