Met a bag lady walking

Met a bag lady walking
and then tipped my hat to say
a slight wish of good morning
softly spoken

She smiled and she waved
as she shuffled along
while picking up Kants and rappers
silently there

Her coat was worn and tattered
no shoes to complete the show
no masterpiece painting so
aptley given

Her Bible in the cart was
top shelf and opened widely
red borne letters warmed her soul
quickly read

She parted me then singing
a favorite gospel song
her perfection of art
Godly offered

Met a lady with no bags
and then tipped my hat to say
an offer of a greeting
boldly spoken

Her gait was fast on the morn
bags so purchased on that day
pocketbook belieing contents
hustle gains

She frowned and she dodged
as she hurried along
stepping on cans and wrappers
awaiting there

Met a bag lady walking

Marion the Librarian

Marion, the librarian
Sat upon a stool
Her book was so aptly open
From her reading pool.

Marion, the librarian
Worked from dusk to dawn
Hushing little boys and girls, shhhh
Mary, Chris, and Sean.

Marion, the librarian
Picked out books for all
According to their special needs
At least, what she saw.

Marion, the librarian
Puffed the dust bunnies
Then she laughed at her dusty nose
Smiling so sunny.

Marion, the librarian
Closed up every night
No reading in the library
It was dark, no light.

Marion, the librarian
Got home half past eight
Ordered pizza for the night
Reading while she ate

Marion, the librarian
Opened up the door
And put her books upon the desk
Her purse on the floor.

Marion, the librarian
Wiped a tear away
A pizza stain was all she saw
Fine without delay.

Marion, the librarian
A dollar and dime
She pulled from her purse down below
To pay for her crime..