Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2017 | Page 57

The Rickshaw Man
Peak School, Bower, Elizabeth - 10
The train halted with a thud when we arrived
in Shanghai
Rain poured down over our shallow heads
We got in our rusted rickshaw.
I saw the man pushing it was like he was running for
his life
I felt sad, depressed that this was his entire life
story
Running only running
When we got out my mom paid him coins but I
Snuck a few more in there
I smiled at him, he smiled back.
He ran off with his rickshaw. I stood and watched
him leave.