Willie has an awkward gait
Looks like a man
Who can keep steady under the table
Wipes sweat off his face
With a spare shirt hanging from his back pocket
He walks heavy on one side because of calcium deposits in his knee
He’s a veteran he says
Still has his New York accent
He’s a man who looks like he’s seen some ****
You think you were living in a slum
Only two people stayed at the place I lived at
In New York
People prove they resilience
I help him lift a dresser
Gimme a sec man
Not that I don’t have strength
I’m jus getting old
We take our time
Paced steps
I give him a beer
I thank him for his help
When I heard the story and saw your brother and dad
My heart broke
Then I saw you
And it gave me hope
I am just glad things got a bit better
I say
He shows me his hands
He holds them like he is miming half opening a book
It is “Boat” in sign language
You’re always in good hands
I laugh
He wants me to believe him
It’s time to move the couch
I say
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC
Willie has an awkward gait
Looks like a man
Who can keep steady under the table
Wipes sweat off his face
With a spare shirt hanging from his back pocket
He walks heavy on one side because of calcium deposits in his knee
He’s a veteran he says
Still has his New York accent
He’s a man who looks like he’s seen some ****
You think you were living in a slum
Only two people stayed at the place I lived at
In New York
People prove they resilience
I help him lift a dresser
Gimme a sec man
Not that I don’t have strength
I’m jus getting old
We take our time
Paced steps
I give him a beer
I thank him for his help
When I heard the story and saw your brother and dad
My heart broke
Then I saw you
And it gave me hope
I am just glad things got a bit better
I say
He shows me his hands
He holds them like he is miming half opening a book
It is “Boat” in sign language
You’re always in good hands
I laugh
He wants me to believe him
It’s time to move the couch
I say
Request permission to use this poem