I wrote this some time back, it almost got rejected for being too, er..."spiritual". Is it? Heh, one of those rare times when too much add math inspires...
| No One Knew
There was a little girl,
At the back of class.
No one really knew her,
No one cared to ask.
She was seven, maybe eight,
No one even knew.
What she did or where she stayed,
No one had a clue.
If she had friends,
They were probably few,
No one asked,
So no one knew.
When school was over,
She walked out fast.
No one knew where,
No one asked.
She walked to a house,
Looked in the window,
The one on the left,
One below.
She closed her eyes,
For a moment or two.
What she said,
No one knew.
And there she stood,
Her face at the window,
She didn't move,
She didn't go.
Only after the sunshine went,
She left with a smile that said,
"A day well spent."
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In the house,
On the bed,
Lay an old lady,
So sick she looked dead.
She was pale and always cried.
For her love,
Was a chair by her side.
Everyday,
This little girl came,
And everyday,
She did the same. One day she walked,
Slower than usual,
She looked a little,
Quieter than normal
She closed her eyes much longer,
And said a little more.
If anyone had heard her,
They'd know what she'd been coming for
She drew a shaky breath,
Her flood of tears restrained,
And in that little voice,
She started to explain.
"Today is the last day,
I will ever come.
I'll be moving away,
So says my mum.
I know no knows,
I've been coming everyday.
You don't even know me,
But I'll be going away.
I hope God's on that chair
You place by your side,
I hope you find He's worth
The times you've cried.
I also wonder,
What you'd say,
If you ever knew,
That when I come here everyday...
I come to pray for you." |
Makes you wonder huh?