The Other Side of the Tracks

They laughed at him;
the staggering old man
wearing the stench of life
struggling to drag his
overflowing suitcase
to the other side of the street.

He bellowed
a loud grunt of frustration
as he gave a hard jerk to
dislodge his suitcase
from the death grip
of the tracks.

As we crossed paths
I didn’t laugh,
make eye contact,
look up,
nor verbally acknowledge
his existence
out of fear it would expose
my own issues that
I drag like shackles.

But I did ponder…

“How does anyone ever move forward,
carrying so much of yesterday’s baggage?”

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About Sean King

Husband, Father, Writer, Philosopher, Humanitarian

Posted on July 2, 2012, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Beautiful, deep poetry, Sean.

  2. Many write so good or so bad about others. They forget to look into their own mysteries!

  3. I liked the subtlety and yet undeniable power of the imagery used, making this more an eloquent commentary than a poem.

    And your boldfaced lines reminded me of the song Bag Lady by Erykah Badu.

    • Thank you for the kind words Iris; the piece was inspired by a real life situation that happened over the weekend. So yes, it definitely was intended to be a poetic commentary. :)

  4. NaTesha Johnson

    Don’t carry yesterday’s baggage!!

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