Sometimes when I am out <br />someone will stop and talk to me <br />hoping I can spare <br />a few minutes of my time. <br />They tell me their life story, <br />how long they were married, <br />where they were wed, <br />how many children that they have <br />and where they are all gone, <br />mainly to different countries <br />so very far away. <br />You know by that <br />they are lonely <br />with no one to pass the time of day <br />except to talk to strangers <br />hoping they can spare a few minutes <br />of their time to talk to someone lonely <br />within their busy day. <br />It does not cost any money <br />to listen once and a while <br />to a lonely stranger <br />who needs to feel someone cares. <br />I stop whenever I can <br />because I would like to think <br />someone would do it for me <br />if I were in the same position. <br /> <br />10 October 2009 <br /> <br />Author’s note: <br />This poem was inspired by and elderly lady I took the time to talk to while I was in Stratford earlier this year. I spared her those few minutes and cheered her up a bit.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-few-minutes-to-spare/
