This poem was written while commuting to University in 2001. I hope we’ve learned to care for each other more, in these awful COVID-19 times.
PRIORITY SEATING NO. 2
Young woman sits while an old man stands. She gazes through layers of foundation. Does it screen the opposite wall? Can’t she read the “Who are you fooling?” Fake fur-collared jacket and label shoes. Large black leather bag clutched to protect her - it doesn’t – she’s mean! The old man has turned his neat and clean but well-worn back and solidly sways, not expecting courtesy.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2001
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You’ve captured the young woman ad her attitude perfectly in this poem.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Frances.
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