Thoughts While In the Soup Kitchen

Seventy-Two Years old with his bike
Helmet on his head
He enters the room
And greets a line of
Familiar famished faces
Through the line he goes
Taking conversation and food
Same 5 ‘o clock routine everyday
He sits across from me at this table
I’m not hungry- I’m observing
The movements of these people here
What else do they have in common, I wonder
Besides an empty stomach?
Across from me the old man sets down his fork
Closes his eyes
Folds his hands
And he prays.
I look at my hands
Suddenly I know
I am overcome with emotion
He looks up and sees the lone tear
Escaping my eye
He smiles at me as he’s smiled at so many girls before me
Who now understand.

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