Alone he walked up the downward slope,
while steel and rubber passed him by.
Not that good american steel either,
but more of the foreign japanese/german kind.
What makes me different from this man I thought.
Why am I afforded the luxury of air conditioning and not he?
Are there certain choices we make?
Is it a personal decision he had already made?
Often I think that no one else pays close attention.
To the sky the birds or any simple pleasure.
I guess that’s why I noticed him today,
and asked myself why am I so blessed?
I decided to take a detour from what I usually write about, and share something with you all that I don’t do very often, which is my poetry. I used to write, a lot, about any and everything that was going on in my life. And through this writing I developed a love for free-flow writing which would sometimes turn in to poetry. Well these days I don’t really have a lot of spare time to let my mind wander and write down what I’m thinking. But every once in a while I’ll get inspired by a certain song I’m listening to or the weather or a specific memory.