Bus Stop Lady

I wanted to ask the lady
with the plunger
in her hand
from whence she came
or where'd she go
to unplug that stubborn can

She looked to me
a little homeless
and kinda lost as well
it seemed her hair
was three shades off
her age I couldn't tell

But there she was
just standing there
not far beyond the bend
a rumbled bag
a wooden pole
with that bright red rubber end

There are days in this world
that come and go
one layer upon another
as cars wiz by
we never know
our sister and our brother

Each has a story
some are sad
but every one unique
we cannot see
inside the soul
but sometimes get a peek

So as we passed
the plunger gal
my driver gave a clue
her mother's birthday
was today
she lost her mom at two

It happened when
at twenty five
having nothing more to lose
choked on her vomit
one sad night
caused by the drugs and booze

Her best friend
killed herself one day
bullied on the net
the creep then posted
glad you're dead
I too would be upset

But life goes on
it's twists and turns
as each one tries to cope
some end up unclogging
all that crap
and that's what gives us hope

I wish they knew
the One I know
to help them through the day
there is so much more
that's bright and fresh
and so I nod and pray

Dear Father
shine Your light through me
and help me love like You
and remember from whence
I came before
to do what You would do