Literature
Tales of train station
I find it funny;
A preacher walked up to me today at the train station,
He asked me where I was headed.
His eyes were weary,
Worn down by the years....
Of being ignored.
They were a faded green,
He lacked that spark
That many of his kind had.
I told him where I was going,
It didn't really matter
Since I had somewhere to be.
He gave me this smile
That bordered on a grimace,
The smile of a broken man.
It's quite funny,
Today I met a preacher
Abandoned by God.