Open Poetry #41 |
Mister can you spare a dime? - new ext. version |
TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
I didn't think this was quite finished when I wrote it...so I finished it. ************************************* When it all came crashing down Dust storms were pushing me back East Heavy dark clouds have been hovering Like being at the bottom of a black pond Mister can you spare a dime? A hot meal is mothers milk Manna comes with many faces A squeaky screen door or A boxcar full of toothless grins Mister can you spare a dime? The provider can't provide But not for lack of trying Soles wore thin and made of cardboard Heart wore thin and made of lead Mister can you spare a dime? A lover waits through old lace curtains A Father lies beneath the ground Old church hymnal is barely breathing Growling and gnarling sound from within Mister can you spare a dime? Hands calloused and legs numb A thousand miles and a thousand lifetimes ago I walk in the valley of death Pride is but a memory Mister can you spare a dime? There is no decent place to stand in a massacre...but if a woman takes your hand, then go and stand with her. |
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PoppaLoco Member
since 2007-09-23
Posts 83EU, NL, Limburg |
"Pride is but a memory" Very touching, thank you, a lovely clear portrait! Pops |
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