the Poetry of Paul Thomas
The Next Town
Upon a corner of a busy road
stood a man with his thumb out
begging for a lift
A smile on his face
a rucksack at his knees
his thumb held out for all to see
Many a car went by
but few drivers saw the man begging for a lift
car after car went whizzing by
Will anybody stop
to give this man a lift
to the next town