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Ringo 
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes 
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He sits alone watching his world go by Homeless Unkempt Unloved His face graying as quickly as his hair Shelter given by the warmth of the bus station Sitting alone as a table, ignored by all Begging,it would seem, for companionship Though saying not a word to any who passed by He checks, on occasion, the refuse left by others Wishing for a scrap deemed inedible Save for the likes of this downtrodden soul Who, finding none, returns to the sanctity of his mind An hour I watch his routine, two, three as my coffee grows cold Nothing changes, his schedule kept by some unseen time I resign myself to the one, simple fact Taught to me from the age of reasoning My brother's keeper My duty My need The bus arrives as Hamilton appears at my hand To pass along surreptitiously with no flare So as to save the shred of dignity that might remain Yet, he is gone, no longer perched upon his rock His routine shattered in the instant I look away I spot him walking away from the coffee counter My shock multiplied by the many bags in his hands I followed him out trying to catch my bus Watching in awe as the bags, presumed to be his Appeared in the hands of the forgotten dwellers Those denizens of the frozen concrete outside His deed done, a silver case slips from his pocket As I stand amazed, a single Dunhill enters his lips Inhaled Held there Released A smile in his eyes, looking at me, I hear his voice “not all, as they say, is as it seems” Then, he turns and walking away Leaves me pondering the lesson I have been taught this day Hey all.... I hope you enjoy my first scribble back... I have been by to read your thoughts, but have been more working on full length and song writing the past few. Please let me know where improvements might be made |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
I like this read, being familiar with similar scenes in various places. You hear more about them now thanks to the internet. A lesson to be acknowledged..."nothing is as it seems". Sometimes, people are not as they seem. Even though it reads as your own experience, it's a good story that many will relate to. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Welcome back. I don't know you, but that matters not. There are a few souls who walk the mean streets and pass on parts of their wealth, such as it may be, to those in need. I guess there isn't nearly enough of these giving souls, but the fact that they are out there means the world isn't as cold a place as some would have us to believe. ~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~ |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Yes indeed Ringo.So many here in Florida.The beach and the sun draws them here. They sleep any where they can, often in the woods. Many are indeed more than they seem.I like to report that our areas are good about taking Homeless into shelters to give them a warm place to sleep on the nights it does get cold, as it did this February. They have a bite to eat and clothes are available for those who need something. Good people do try and some are helped. Sadly many are passed by. Thank you for your outlook, jo perry |
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