Stopping in the open space

there I stood.

Amazed at the influx filling the place.

Boys and girls in different sizes

men and women with different prices.


I had a clear picture in my head;

a clear picture or so I thought.

If I buy bread and cake

will I make it and take;

take to the children that heard


heard of my kind heart and might?

Shall I buy from you or you

will you sell and be true;

true to the price at which you drew

drew from the stream at which you knew.


Stopping in front of an open stall;

approached by a woman who seemed so tall.

Sell bread and cake to me I call

so that I may leave and let you be;

for hunger and thirst has bent my knee.


Image Credit: Travelstart

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