To The Person Who Stole My Purse Comments

But if you pass that old man in the Strand, For my sake, please, put something in his hand. Quite amazed by the beauty of the poem. I am intrigued by the coincidence of our thoughts. On the 11th of July last, my wallet was pick pocketed. There was quite some money and more importantly, there were about 5/6 id cards of various memberships and a debit card. For a moment I felt demoralized, but after a while, similar thoughts as you have mentioned flashed through my mind. Some thoughts were floating in my head for some days to give them the shape of a poem, but I am not as resourceful as you are. Because of the similarity of our thoughts, this poem has really touched me deep. You have spoken my words, as if!