Bookstore

Ficticious.

I let my feet wander by a nearby bookstore, 

a woman, maybe 50, she was scrubbing the floor 

Perhaps she was getting ready to open for the day, 

I wouldn't know, I never asked, nor a word did I say 

I went home early morning, after a long night of work, 

I'm a stocker at a grocery, only sometimes a clerk

I had turned on the TV, went to Channel Five News, 

what a sight I had seen, it left a terrible bruise 

It was that bookstore I walked past, that woman I saw, 

drive-by shattered the window, then a needle in straw 

Who would have ever had guessed? I wish I would have been there, 

for that poor woman died, I wish the burden of murder I could bear 

Author's Note

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[Najam Us Saher]

It has a tragic ending. Well written. This poem sticks to the rule that nothing is permanent and expected in life.