The People You Meet
A lady in white, fluid and graceful in motion,
Hand outstretched to offer you a flower,
Jasmine, soft white and sweet smelling.
A man in black, limping and hunched,
Clutching a dyed black rose,
Thorny, painful, and ugly.
A small spotted dog, cute and bright,
Holding a white daisy in her mouth,
Simple, loving affection.
The family, different as night and day,
Walking toward you, with no shoes and torn clothes,
Would you turn away? Or accept their gifts?
Author Note: I have no idea what the subconscious was behind this poem. I was on the phone with a friend (incidentally the same friend this site is dedicated to!) and it just came out, like all my other poems do! If you have any idea of what the poem could symbolize, please send me an email!