He was there
As I tapped the card
The random stranger
That I barely noticed
Until he waited
For me to pass by him
That gentleman, a kind boy
Am I really that oblivious?
Then he was gone
And I was alone in the bus
Feeling grateful and
Sad that I never thanked him
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
