There was a man across the street,
Who looked sad and very bleak.
Perhaps his hopes and dreams,
Had been growing very weak.
In his eyes I looked deeper to discover,
Sad and lonely, full of despair,
Not a man, but a boy undercover,
Searching for reasons to breathe in the air.
What could it be that has him so troubled?
Could it be life in general? A love now lost?
A once small pain now doubled?
Is his heart now covered in frost?
No longer was I looking at a man.
Nor even a boy undercover.
T'was the soul of a suicidal human,
I soon did uncover.
No sooner than his soul I saw,
Alas this man was now gone.
Onto his bus he went, I saw.
I do wonder if he still lives on.
98/03/17 � by Sabrina Grimble
