She sits in her local coffee house cafe <br />Pining over an overdue cell phone bill. <br />She has seemed to have reached her limit <br />With her boyfriends unpaid portion still. <br /> <br />She calls to her cells provider <br />While high pitched voice and pacing the cafe floor. <br />What is this poor girl to do? <br />She can't seem to take it anymore. <br /> <br />Her pants bottoms ragged <br />The shoes on her feet are barely there. <br />With her hair tucked neatly under a colorful baseball cap <br />She haggles on the phone <br />I can't take this anymore! <br />And I wish everyone <br />Would just leave me the heck alone! <br /> <br />A lady overhears her plight <br />She reaches slowly down into her purse. <br />She hands some money over to her <br />As if it had been pre-rehearsed. <br /> <br />'I couldn't help but overhear <br />The troubles that you have. <br />I see you're upset my dear child <br />And looking a wee bit sad.' <br /> <br />With that the lady slips away <br />Not saying another word. <br />She just wanted to show the girl <br />That someone cared <br />About the problems that were overheard.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cell-phone-bill/
