my response;
Bag people
I saw an old bag lady
I saw an old bag man
while, I ponder the reasons
how to rhyme povertys hold
compassions response begins
yet while I watched and mused
they stopped paused and talked
bent towards each other in a kiss
So gentle and tender in their manner
it touched me to such tenderness
I delight, in this deep affectionate love
smiling, in knowing recognition
such riches, seldom revered
disguised in an old ragged man
and his old ragged beauty
seeing lifes true wealth
in each other's loving eyes
bringing tears of joy to mine
and a new way to view
a perfect rhyme and reason
they have truly found.
Diana Dalton
23 March 2004