Buttered Roll While verbally stumbling ordering coffee, light not sweet, submitting my ninety nine cents morning advertisement Dunkin Donut treat... My wife noticed the middle aged crooked faced lady sitting there counting her coins, not enough for a buttered roll, probably homeless, I never saw the interaction, but my wife added the cost to our bill... "We have money in the bank, a three year old car," I was told. Good deeds, while I ponder, "What could I do to ease the pain of inequity? Writing doggerel, putting together words to thought, a deed or two that I've wrought, extending my life cannot be rightfully bought? I guess I'll wander around crossing roads that somehow I've been taught.” 8th November, 2006 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
