It was your limp that caught me
Pinned my heart and stopped it beating.
Your over sized bag probably full of leaflets.
Full of hope.
Your limp and your wrinkled suit.
Your over shiny shoes, worn at the heels.
Who am I to pity you ?
At least you have a job.
But my aching heart wouldn’t stop and as I strode by
I was afraid you would feel it.
The rain fell heavier on you and even though I was soaked to the skin
I sensed you were soaked to the soul
Drenched in water and pity.