I stand patiently in line at Giant Eagle
Behind me is a gray, withered woman
Holding nothing but earl grey tea
I gingerly let her pass in front of me.
I drive to work soon after
A blue Trailblazer flashes its left blinker
They quickly need to pass into my lane
I let them squeeze in front of me.
I stand helplessly behind the cash register
A washed out woman is craddling a whinning infant
She hands me a wad of money
But is ten cents short
I grab a dime from the tin cup and place it
in the drawer in front of me.
I take the world's negativity and place it behind me.
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