

where I was left in the lurch
it was a big box store
and I was left at the door
called a taxi and when it came
he wouldn’t take me
as if me and my chair were to blame
it was snowy, windy usual winter fare
waiting outside freezing in that air
called another service asked about their service
cabbie pulled up to the curb, I was nervous
while loading the chair helped someone else, seemed his purpose
you never know what a person is like until you see them in action doing what’s right
I had only six dollars cash for a tip
he didn’t complain and my ride was blue chip
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Poetics: Left in the Lurch
Cheryl, it hurts just reading your poem. The pain of experiencing it had to be excruciating. Thank goodness for the kindness of a stranger. I call them “angels with skin.”
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Thanks for your concern
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Some people leave us in a lurch while others give us a lift…I like how the cold circumstance tells a heart-warming story!
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Thanks for stopping by☺️
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How very unfair of them to honor the commitment of providing a ride home. I’m glad there are good people out there too.
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Oh yes. They just don’t get the publicity
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Yes, good people and good deeds seldom get talked about while bad people hog all the publicity
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The world can indeed be a ‘cold place’ … needed your wonderful poem to warm things up! I enjoyed this.
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Thanks so much!
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It’s a cold world out there, brutal at times when you’re “left in the lurch.” Your poem reminds us that there are warm-hearted souls out there willing to take on another’s burden. I saw it all through your words, the extremes of weather and helplessness, the wish that there was more to give than just “six dollars.” Beautifully conveyed, Cheryl. Loved your use of end-rhymes too.
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Thank you!☺️
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My pleasure! 🙌
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