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Any Change?

227th August 2024

Any Change

 All around me

 like a busy beehive, people  hurrying this way and that, 

chatter of voices, 

announcements over the tannoy,

 screeching of suitcase wheels dragged across the ground

 the low hum of the escalator as if straining under the weight,

In the distance, probably out on the street, 

could that be a busker singing folk songs?

The varied sounds of London Victoria Railway Station. 

Though my head is bent over my journal, 

my pen frenziedly  recording family anecdotes

In time with the buzzing that surrounds me,

I become aware, 

of Him.

Slowly, he approaches,

Comes near, a bit to near, 

He asks,

"Any change to spare ma'am?"

I half look up, my pen still in motion, 

I shake my head,

Look down,

Forget what I'm writing , 

but write anyway.

He moves away, 

An empty space, his shape space, his form,  lingers there,

in front of me.

I actually have no change,

Today.

Yet, what, I think, might I have done,

If I had.

As I ponder , I see, the Nat West Cash Machine,

Twenty yards away , maybe.

"Free Withdrawals " it says.

Could I, Should I,

have found  some change? 

Did he really need it, I wonder.

I pray he will have what he needs.