Sting's on the radio
Sending out an S.O.S
I'm on this autobus
Gazing at a mess
That once was a lady
No doubt
Downing a can of warm Mahou.
By the look in her eyes
She's nowt else to do.
Her dress is a mess
And her hair's a nest
For dandruff and nits.
She's loose at the seams
Breaking to bits.
Is she a mother?
Or someone's ex-lover?
Why should I care
If she's one or the other?
She wouldn't want
My sympathy
Doesn't care
About me
Staring
Or even what I think of her.
Am I past caring?
If I am
Then sing on Sting
You're singing for me -
Save all our souls
And set us free,
(Free, free)
From apathy.
Yet she knows-
I can just tell
She knows-
It's far too late
For help.
These days
We're all sipping warm beer
When it comes to brotherly love.
So,
Sing on Sting
And pray to God
That someone's
Listening.....
‘cos no one on this bus is.
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Author:
Keith (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written in 2018 - I was sitting on a bus in Torrevieja Bus Station early one morning in Southern Spain. I spent some time watching this desperate wreck of a woman looking through a rubbish bin, finding an unfinished can of beer, which she downed in one. The driver put the radio on and Sting was singing his heart out . The whole scene was poignant and tragic - no one paid her a blind bit of attention. As the bus pulled away I caught her eye for a moment and felt so ashamed of the world we live in, and that I had not got off and helped her. This poem is for her and the many other lost souls who live on the streets - not redemption for me at all - but my way of making her existence count.
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Thanks Keith for sharing what once was a lady and for touching the core of such problems for those on the streets - you penned the scene so clearly with apt singing by Sting in the back ground that I felt the tragedy of cities all over rank with those who just haven't made it and seek invisibility - - assuredly that one poor lost female soul now exists for your listening readers due to regretful attention from a poet's saddened but caring heart.
Kind words, Fay. Thank you.
love the flow
one long stream of a poetic hymn
and simultaneously
a poignant portrait of life's, strife
its good
to have things we believe-in
while being accepting
of that diversity, in all-things
that brings out
the best, in all of us...
thanks for sharing, dear poet
A pleasure to know it reaches you like this - so kind of you to drop by and comment.
So many now having to go through waste bins to see what can be salvaged. This is so sad and is becoming worse. Thank you for this reminder.
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