When I'm Sixty Four ~ The Beatles





                                             in the post office today,


standing in front of me in line, was this woman who brought tears to my eyes... she was buying a whole bunch of money orders, obviously to pay bills because she had no checking account.

I've KNOWN her. I've BEEN her.

she had on this sad blue sweater that was all pills on the elbows and neck and wrists and her blue knit pants were all stretched out and saggy and she was smiling this smile that I've seen (and given) a million times before, that says "I know you know this is just about all my money in the world, but I'm doing the best I can with the best I can".

and I know what her house looks like and I know what her kitchen looks like. I know her table and her kids. I know her car and her yard.

and I wanted to go up to her and hug her. I wanted to say you're doing just fine. you'll be okay.

but I didn't. I just stood there in my stupid suit and tie.

and she paid the guy in these poor mismatched twenties and tens and fives and ones and when the guy said "you're short a dollar thirty five" I wanted to reach out and hand it to him and say shut up, can't you see anything with your heart instead of your head?

but I just stood there in my stupid suit as she turned around and smiled and walked away.

today. wednesday. Ah, me.


John Yamrus October 8, 1998




Top

Index

Home