Day 758 - The Ride

On my way to see my love in Ireland and spent a day in New York City. Lots of sights and sounds to help get my creativity back on track...

The Ride

Second time riding the subway in NYC,

So many different sights to see,
There's people of all ages and race,

Hurrying around, getting the cold off their face,
There was the young man who introduced himself to dance,
In front of everyone, walking away with $5 in his pants,
A poor man on the bench who clearly had pissed himself,
Full of dirt and clearly of little wealth,

I sat down the other end, his smell in air,

As people would enter they'd smirk in disgust and fear,
He mostly sat quietly, eating his potato chips,

But in between it was outbursts of complete gibberish.
At times I would look over and he had passed out,
Alone on the train, without any apparent help.

I couldn't help thinking how he got to this place,
How his life had turned from innocent child to an unhappy face,

Maybe it was the booze or drugs he put inside,
Perhaps it was mental and he was letting it ride,
Either way I couldn't help feeling bad,
Wondering about the wild journey he's had. 

As I collected my thoughts, a beautiful moment came to be,
A women kindly offered water and food, unafraid of what others perceived, 

Was she an angel watching over this man?
Or just a good person who would always lend a hand?