Purple

A Poem

it was freezing and I was walking to work

a man living on the street was all bundled up


hey purple tie man!

I said hey

that's a great color. it was my mom's favorite color. till she passed.

I said yeah, it is a great color


we walked together

now it's my color. I took it on. after she passed.

I said well, purple's a great color

and tried to improve my sentence with a smile 


he nodded his head and slowed down

I heard change rattle in his McDonalds cup as he stopped

I said sorry, I don't have anything on me


which was true

but he just smiled

have a nice day

I said you too


but as I rounded the corner

I realized he never asked for anything

and probably just wanted to talk about his mom 

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Purple