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Taxi Man And Woman
by Philip F De Pinto
She got off
I remained on board
Hoarding the ride
I suppose
Or simply out
Of sheer habit
Or fear
She's listless
I am not
Is listless who had
Every right not to be
Is full of life who had
No right to be
But was hoarding
The ride
Or was it simply
A fear to dismount?
And so she got off
And so she resides
And bucks
Neath the shroud
And I above
Who had no love
For life
As did she
Who ditched it
Anyway
Which proves
That as far as life
Or death
Is concerned
It doesn't matter
Who is in the right
Or wrong
Who loves it
Who does not
Hey!
What the hell
Do either care
If they are loved
Or not
Or who is in
The right or not?
But only that
Some body dare
Take them on
As fare
And so what
Do you suppose
The duo owe you
For the ride
Taxi man
And woman?
03/03/2014 Posted on 03/03/2014
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/03/14 at 05:54 PM *Stellar*
[very creative---so so sad when the will and zest for life diminishes and the passion to breathe and live it fully is gone] |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/04/14 at 03:42 PM Fascinating story poem, Phil. Taking us on a ride of multiple questions of which we must look inside ourselves for the answers, based on the facts and personas provided. What the duo owes us for the ride has been paid in full with a good thought provoking piece of writing. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/05/14 at 10:44 PM Philosophical ride whoever pays the fare. |
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