A rather large moon-faced older woman
Asked me if I would hold her place
In line while she went back to grab
Something she'd forgotten in a minute
And leaving her cane in her empty cart
Limped off down a crowded aisle
Returning with two large chocolate bars
And a long explanation of her hip-
Replacement a year old now
And still not healing how could it
If I'm always leaning on my cane
Though the surgeon says I need it
But maybe what I need is a second opinion
And then despite all her friendly smiling
I asked if she was in a lot of pain
Yes she grimaced all the time
And passed some of it to me pleading
To take it home in my grocery bag
For which I was much obliged
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