City Life
By 1stpoet
City Life Concrete for a yard lamp posts for trees Through bloodshot eyes the world he sees the buildings around give shade to this man most of his belongings were found in a can. He sits in a doorway watching the world go by on an old tattered mattress at night he does lie Visions he has are spoken into the air Are these prophesies right? Does anyone care? A brown paper bag pressed up to his lips his reason for living slowly he sips Once he had been an entrepreneur from where his next dollar will come he is very unsure People pass by some spit, some curse Many reach into wallets or deep in a purse Remember friend while living today seeing him in your mirror is one step away Life deals us hands a full deck of cards But winning the game is really quite hard When you see this man looking tired and blue Remember he could be wealthy the bum could be you. William Dawes March 4, 2000 copyright 1st Poet Written March 4th, 2000 © on Jan 06 2002 07:10 AM PST 0 • 9
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