One day I was walking and talking to myself, as I was walking I found <br /> myself to be talking aloud, because everyone else was staring and listening. <br /> But I noticed in particular this one rigid old lady who had a strange discouraging look <br /> upon her face. At this time I put aside my own feelings only to stop and honor <br /> hers. I asked, why look so sad? She replied as tears began to roll from her eyes, <br /> <br /> Ms. I just wanted to hear a voice besides my own, to hear a heart of few saying, <br /> I care. But only to hear and see you wanting the same as I! <br /> At this time I asked, what do you mean, I have many hearts who care, voices to bare, and many who share. All this (I said) is more than I could ever ask for. <br /> <br /> She approached me in a subtle way and placed her hands gently upon my face <br /> and asked: Then why do you Weep!<br /><br />Joyce Ann Simms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stranger-7/
