Sing on, Sting

Keith

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.

  • Author: Keith (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2022 04:07
  • 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.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Fay Slimm.

    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.

    • Keith

      Kind words, Fay. Thank you.

    • L. B. Mek

      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

      • Keith

        A pleasure to know it reaches you like this - so kind of you to drop by and comment.

      • Rozina

        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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