I Knew That Stooped Figure — A Poem
From my Poetry Portal
Picking out what looked to be
The ripest and sweetest
Summer fruit
From a cart in midtown.
From where do I know him?
I thought for a moment.
No, that fellow was heavier and bulkier
And didn’t wear a hearing aid
He wouldn’t carry a “just in case
It rains” the “Mickey Mouse” umbrella.
Maybe he was one of the surgeons
Who operated when I had a slipped disk?
No, that doctor had emerald-sparkling eyes
I doubt he would have rustled in torn pockets
for silver and copper-colored coins.
He couldn’t be that sarcastic newscaster.
.Who reported the day’s events with a bias
And lied to the public about his grades at an Ivy League?
Who called all poor people lazy sons of bitches?
Or the political fundraiser attracting huge crowds
Some on the booing side, a few on the cheering end
He couldn’t be the same gent
