The Unloved
"Do not know me," the woman saidAs the bowed and turned her lonely head
Her hands into her pockets went
as she walked away cold and bent.
"I'm not worthy," said the sad young man
As he declined to offer her his hand
He turned away from her as well
And shuffled down the road toward hell.
"I'm too busy," said a man of means
As he dismissed pleadings of his teens
And rushed out to his daily grind
And left them to council their own mind
"I don't matter," said a sullen son
As he loaded up his father's gun
And walked out onto the busy street
And found four people death should meet.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-26 at 21:59
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