The Stranger Across the Room This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I sat in the airport reading a magazine
My eyes started to wander across the scene
They fell upon a man with dirty clothes and messy hair
He paid no attention to it, he didn’t care

He wore slim-cut jeans and a worn-out hat
He had a tattoo on his arm of a baseball bat
He had a five o’clock shadow you could see from a mile
And it looked like he hadn’t had a haircut in a while

His face was weather-worn and tanned like leather
He must have lived somewhere with pretty rough weather
He had a scar above his left eye
I wondered what happened, how and why

As I boarded my plane I looked back once more
The man was making his way to the store
As my plane left for Egypt to see the tombs
I couldn’t stop thinking of the stranger across the room

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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rahoomhida said...
Oct. 14, 2008 at 8:27 pm
Heyyyy Im from Egypt!! nice job though, I liked the rhythm. I can make a song out of that!!
 
shoesofftomorrow said...
Aug. 27, 2008 at 10:01 pm
i wonder what his life is like. great poem by the way, makes you stop and think
 
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