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!