Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Alone in the Crowd
Amid the scurrying feet
In the whirling humanity
with divided aims
and sizzling brains
She paused with singularity of purpose
Never in a hurry, more at peace
On a park bench, alone
Bent and weird, she sat.
Ragged in dress, torn in body,
Face scourged by Time,
Its contours deep like ravines
Hair lying dishevelled,
Eyes shrouded in mist
Looking out into the sinking sun,
Never dreading the darkness that falls.
Determined to live on,
with the coins habitually dropped
into her stretched out hands
by those sailing past her unobtrusive self.
Like a monument of patience
She sat.
Sat, so alone!
poem
by
Valsa George
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black