Collecting cans on a street corner,
a penny for my thoughts
as I gather my riches from discarded efforts.
One became two,
as many became more..
Hard work is the fortitude of motion.
So many empty breaths caught
within final swallows,but like a magpie
I collect there glistening droppings..
I was homeless once, but I collected throw away
moments...
But now I'm on my feet, and I never throw away
my memories like cans I now collect them...
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
Collecting cans on a street corner,
a penny for my thoughts
as I gather my riches from discarded efforts.
One became two,
as many became more..
Hard work is the fortitude of motion.
So many empty breaths caught
within final swallows,but like a magpie
I collect there glistening droppings..
I was homeless once, but I collected throw away
moments...
But now I'm on my feet, and I never throw away
my memories like cans I now collect them...
