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And so he sat next to me, his bloodhound pacing the bus floor, Round and round in a tight circle, before settling at our feet. Sadness hung on the young man like a soggy blanket, And my observation, sharpened by intuition led me to venture... "It's cold out tonight." He startled and smiled: "Why yes, yes it is". (What do we do for the downtrodden?) "Is this the bus to Capitol Hill? I'm going to buy groceries, my boy here is hungry  and I hope one is still open". I looked at him closely "No, this one goes to Queen Anne, everything's closed for the evening. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't think you're okay, Somehow I know you're not telling the truth". He sighed and shrank into himself, "You guessed right-- I am homeless, On the streets for a year now. Me and my buddy, with no end in sight". (What do we do for the downtrodden?) "They took all my things when my car was broke into, My entire world shattered with the blow of a hammer, But at least I've got him, and he glanced towards his companion, I'll find a warm vent, and we'll sit there til morning." Bartell's was still open and I opened my wallet, Some soup, of course, dog food, roast beef hash and hot tea, "Please find a good doctor, there are many to help you, I can tell that you're suffering, give you and buddy a new life." He thanked me and with a whistle called the bloodhound to him, They turned right towards Lake Union, Fading into the night. (What do we do for the downtrodden?)
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
traci-sims
Eleanor Rigby Revisited
And so he sat next to me, his bloodhound pacing the bus floor, Round and round in a tight circle, before settling at our feet. Sadness hung on the young man like a soggy blanket, And my observation, sharpened by intuition led me to venture... "It's cold out tonight." He startled and smiled: "Why yes, yes it is". (What do we do for the downtrodden?) "Is this the bus to Capitol Hill? I'm going to buy groceries, my boy here is hungry  and I hope one is still open". I looked at him closely "No, this one goes to Queen Anne, everything's closed for the evening. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't think you're okay, Somehow I know you're not telling the truth". He sighed and shrank into himself, "You guessed right-- I am homeless, On the streets for a year now. Me and my buddy, with no end in sight". (What do we do for the downtrodden?) "They took all my things when my car was broke into, My entire world shattered with the blow of a hammer, But at least I've got him, and he glanced towards his companion, I'll find a warm vent, and we'll sit there til morning." Bartell's was still open and I opened my wallet, Some soup, of course, dog food, roast beef hash and hot tea, "Please find a good doctor, there are many to help you, I can tell that you're suffering, give you and buddy a new life." He thanked me and with a whistle called the bloodhound to him, They turned right towards Lake Union, Fading into the night. (What do we do for the downtrodden?)
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Eleanor Who is she? A shadow of a woman, waiting in earnest for someone to care. Beautiful phantom, hoping that someday she will no longer be lonely. Maybe no longer be Eleanor, but someone different Someone better. Eleanor Where is she Lingering in the church, waiting in earnest for someone to notice her. Majestic ghoul, sitting alone and longing For a companion. Someone to keep her company as she slowly dies. Eleanor Why is she? Holding on to hope, waiting in earnest for someone to mourn her Ghost at last, though everything seems to be the same as when she was alive As her coffin is placed in the ground with no one there to toss dirt over it, Eleanor finally loses hope. Lonely Eleanor Lonely, lonely Cries tears that no one will see She looks around, invisible as she's always been Goes back to her home Life resumes As if nothing ever happened.
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Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
phantomdreamer
Eleanor
Eleanor Who is she? A shadow of a woman, waiting in earnest for someone to care. Beautiful phantom, hoping that someday she will no longer be lonely. Maybe no longer be Eleanor, but someone different Someone better. Eleanor Where is she Lingering in the church, waiting in earnest for someone to notice her. Majestic ghoul, sitting alone and longing For a companion. Someone to keep her company as she slowly dies. Eleanor Why is she? Holding on to hope, waiting in earnest for someone to mourn her Ghost at last, though everything seems to be the same as when she was alive As her coffin is placed in the ground with no one there to toss dirt over it, Eleanor finally loses hope. Lonely Eleanor Lonely, lonely Cries tears that no one will see She looks around, invisible as she's always been Goes back to her home Life resumes As if nothing ever happened.
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