In any city....

A RED LIGHT AT NIGHT

A knock on my car window

Made me jump thousands of feet

Only to see a poor widow

With nothing to neither wear nor eat.

Heart throbbing at my throat

‘I’ve nothing to give you’, I spoke.

`Be it’ she cried,

`For it’s easy to close your eyes’

Behind her a little fellow followed.

`Money or your life’ he hollered.

Had I only had some at the time,

Thus I couldn’t spare a dime.

The end of this tale

You have probably guessed.

For at the end of this road,

I now rest.

(written March 23, 1999)

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