The Sasha Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sasha

Subway, me and bus ride?
It is rare, just in times!

I took my Presto
Not so sure that it works.

Got on bus
Looked around
Took steps went forward.

Full were sits for masters,
For elders, sick, patients
All taken by the youths
Who sat and did not care!

Those in seats near door
Mostly wore earphones
Were blind to the world.

Suddenly young blonde
Looked at me in a sign
Asking me to sit down.

I thanked her with smile.

She had seen my eyes roll
Look around, scroll…

In her mind: "Be polite
Offer seat, stand up…"

Gray hair was its cause.

Finally, after time
We, seated, side by side
I questioned: "Background? "

Was Russian where still
Respect has some meaning;
Carelessness, Selfishness,
Can be there, but much less.