A Few Minutes To Spare

Sometimes when I am out someone will stop and talk to me hoping I can spare a few minutes of my time. They tell me their life story, how long they were married, where they were wed, how many children that they have and where they are all gone, mainly to different countries so very far away. You know by that they are lonely with no one to pass the time of day except to talk to strangers hoping they can spare a few minutes of their time to talk to someone lonely within their busy day. It does not cost any money to listen once and a while to a lonely stranger who needs to feel someone cares. I stop whenever I can because I would like to think someone would do it for me if I were in the same position. 10 October 2009 Author’s note: This poem was inspired by and elderly lady I took the time to talk to while I was in Stratford earlier this year. I spared her those few minutes and cheered her up a bit.