I watch, seeing you sitting there

looking so saddened and somber.

Unkept beard, thinning grey hair

couldn’t appear any more calmer.

Couldn’t help myself but to think

“what’s wrong in that head?”

Thinking, “could I buy you a drink?”

“Quite possibly a loaf of bread?”

Children walk on the other side

as they cautiously, yet hastily skip by.

While managing your dignity and pride

you don’t waste life wondering why.

Though, I now wish that my realization

of inaccuracy had come much sooner…

because after all this time,

I’ve come to find… were just waiting for an Uber.



© 2018 Joseph Emerson @


    1. Daman, I am extremely flattered. Much appreciated. Although I have been nominated for this already, and I think the rules state that you can only be nominated once? Correct me if I am wrong… but I honestly love that fact that you thought of me enough to nominate me. Means the world. Thank you sooo sooo much.

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      1. You are the already nominated because you so so deserves this ❤️ but you can write the answers to my questions in the same post.

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      2. Ok that works !! Thanks for the idea. I was trying to think of a way to recognize you for nominating me and then I forgot to reply to you… My mind is whacked haha. I will get to this as soon as I can. Thanks again !!

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    1. Thanks. Yeah it was a true story. We were making up stories for people in the city and I started to really feel empathetic for this dude and next thing ya know a Chrysler 300 pulls up and he pulls out his iPhone and gets in the back seat. I was like… “Whoa, way off”


  1. You are an amazing writer. I know you have few nominations already, but anyway I would like to nominate you for the Liebster Award. Congratulations

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