Bodhisattva
I met a Bodhisattva yesterday.
It was, of course, by pure accident.
He helped me with my luggage on the way.
Waiting for the train with bored intent,
I walked aimlessly around the station,
checking out ads and bulletin boards,
found an article with illustration
of a man, who, for many years, unloads
passenger's baggage, helps loved ones
find each other, soothed rumpled feelings,
allayed young ones fears of the train that comes,
all things done as unpaid volunteering's.
An enlightened life of service without ego.
Who will take his place so he can go?
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment