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City Street Corner

On a cold winter day you could of found him here Standing on the corner of 44th and Vine holding out his cup to anyone that comes near "Brother can you spare a dime" Most rush by they don't have time No time to care about their fellow human "He'll spend it on alcohol" most that paid attention was assuming But what he really wanted was just enough That even though he was looking gruff He could go into the dinner and buy a cup Sit awail and simply warm up Maybe even dream a bit Of how his younger years where spent For at one time he was a son, a brother Long ago his siblings moved, and alone he had buried his mother At one time he was a husband, a Dad But they left him all alone they were all he had The fall had been slow Inch by inch he had slowly let go Now he finds himself dirty and haggard Knowing that nothing at all mattered His face is weather worn and wrinkled, a permanent frown A battered, worn thin sock cap is his crown All he had in life was on his back to help keep out the cold Of the frezzing December snow that bitterly did blow By his side a little dog, his one and only companion In that dogs eye's he was a champion For any food he managed to scrounge He always feed that mutt first, any thing he found That's the way you would treat your best friend He knew that wonderful dog would stay with him till the end After hours of standing in the bitter wind he finally gave up There was not even a penny, empty was his cup No one had taken pity He was bone tired and weary So he simply faded into the darkness of the night Crawled into his cardboard box pulled, up his tattered thin blanket, held his little dog tight Snuggled close togeather the frezzing cold the two togeather tried to fight The kind cop that always checked on him, found them both there in the morning light The night time temperature had been to brutal The bum and his dog's attempt to stay warm had been futile The cop made sure they were buried togeather So they would always have each other forever They lay there in the paupers grave To bad the human race was to busy to care, he was not a nobody, he could of been saved!!
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Pauline_Morris
51 / F
Published
May 9, 2016
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