0 Man On The corner

Each day coming home from work,

I see this man on the corner.

He waves to the tide of traffic,

bunching up against the red light.

He wears the same three piece suit,

vest riding high, cuffs tattered,

from following too many footprints.

His shirt, no longer white,

clings to unmatched buttons.

Hair in disarray, he turns about,

waving here and gesturing there.

to someone who will never say, thank you.


When he is not on the corner,

I wonder if he has forgotten us,

or does he think-

we can find our way this day!

--Charlene W., Adult