COLD CORNERS:

The cold corners of fate-
Are not the same for each individual face-
See some maintain prosperity while others lose the pace-
Streets become home and liquor stores become gold-
Begging for change in more ways than we know-
The shivers of life-Echo dreams that once were-
For an exchange of solitude has truly occurred-
And the pain is deeper than I could ever word-
So he lays alone in the jungle with concrete beds-
Never wanting more except for the prayers in his head-
Making peace with existence-As famine breaks bread-
No pride in this wilderness-
His hopes have mislead-
Once a prospect of fortune-now just socially dead-
Ignored by the common-considered a mess-
A crack fiend-A dope fend- A Vietnam Vet-
A mother- A father- An economical threat-
Not paying taxes- Just receiving regrets-
A patriot to a government that quickly forgets-
A ***-A loser-another social neglect-
A man- A women-An image that wont reflect-
Still making love on concrete beds-
Finding warmth by the moonlight and peace in the night-
Sirens are harmony-Traffic is a lullaby-
Awakened by beauty-Breakfast at sunrise-
Wanting acceptance-But socially declined-
Finding friendship in the cold corners of his mind-
Counting rain drops just to help pass the time-
Spoiled by memories so he lives in rewind-
Remembering moments when he had “an everyday normal life”-
Playing on off ramps-
A poet with a cardboard sign-
Copper is his fortune-but their kind are a dozen a dime-
So he sleeps and waits for the day he reaches the gates-
Asking for change on the cold corners of fate-
By:
Richard Itskovich