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Juzjon Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 27 |
It was last Christmas a dark windy cold day leaving the mall after shopping I saw him near my car He was a haggard old man dressed in rags a long dirty brown trench coat His hair and beard were a yellowish gray his eyes were sunken and seemed glazed his shoes didn't match his belt made from rope He was pushing a shopping cart perhaps filled with all his belongings I noticed some teeth were missing other's blackened from tobacco He seemed to shy away from me as if I posed a threat as if I would hurt him or steal something from his cart I just said hello, my name is John and put my hand out to shake his in a very shallow voice he murmured his name.... Walker as he reached out to return the shake As we shook hands Walker could feel something in mine he opened his wrinkled palm and saw a wadded hundred dollar bill Voiceless, Walker just looked at me and with a tear in both his eyes I simply said Merry Christmas Walker then walked away Driving home I thought I didn't make Walker's day Walker had just made mine |
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Juzjon Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 27 |
Sorry folks, I didn't mean to place this in Dark Poetry, That was my mistake. Juz |
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