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Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Beware for the hooks that reel in small colourful delicate fish, are destined to cast them back out to sea; in the hope of attracting something a little more palatable.
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Relationship suddenly ended I'm instantly homeless, broken, abandoned, pennyless. ***?
It's often difficult for a tiny colourful soul to be valued in this sea of plenty.
Iron and steel hugging the sky
Footsteps on the sidewalk all faded black
The train and cars are rushing by
With faces that are never coming back

The lights never die, the frost takes hold
Sitting on the corner of the block
Clutching my paper cup in the cold
The people always pass, but they never stop

Iron and steel hugging the sky
The rays of sun are so far above
Watching the pigeons as they try to fly
Sitting on the pavement waiting for love

The lights never die, I breathe in the air
Shadows of hope grants me some bread
They wonder how much longer I'll be sitting here
and I´m thinking maybe until I'm dead

Iron and steel hugging the sky
I'm just dealing with the hand I was dealt
Been long since I stopped asking myself why
Now I just worry about when the snow will melt

The lights never die, another coin in my cup
I smile as she disappears into the crowd
Thank you my dear, but it´s never enough
The shouts from the penniless are always too loud
February 18, 2015
Liam C Calhoun Nov 2015
He coughed in the corner,
With a mangled leg.

He smirked under stars,
With a bowl pocked rice.

They’d spit, they’d scoff,
With their children in tow.

I’d drop change,
With lint left a pocket.

But he’d buy beer knowing –
All’d be well tonight.
There's a new pauper on the bridge come the walk to work - so the story of the poor continues.

— The End —