Less is more
Disappointed at work after my yearly comp review,
I was walking by the lake without enjoying the view.
There was this homeless lady i see near my workplace,
I am always intrigued by her, may be it was her face.
Her face covered in wrinkles, hair a mess
She always had a smile nonetheless
She wore an old rag that covered her barely,
And had all her belongings on a shopping cart trolley
I saw her yesterday morning with a smile and an apple in her hand
Now the smile was still full but the apple half eaten and covered in sand
As I came close, I took my lunch and offered to feed,
She graciously refused and told me "I am full child, give it to someone in need"
Awkwardly, I took it back and walked, trying to process,
How can she be full and happy with so less