Linger No Longer

 

 

His hand fell on the doorstep,

His face laden with pain.

But wait; he laughed.

Was it sarcasm?

 

Ho!  Look yonder

Past the blueberry bushes:

A man with no face,

And yet, he, too, smiled.

 

That day, lunch was served,

And even though it was cold,

'Twas eaten,

But with grins on the faces of those who starved.

 

And in December, a woman came to the city.

With shoeless feet, her toes were blue,

But she rummaged through the garbage with a snicker.

 

The end was soon.