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Professor Gloom
Member Elite

since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2002-09-16 10:06 AM

Soft drizzle moistened the ground,
Through the night,
To muffle the city sound
As he slept deep in his shack,
Before light,
Before trains rolled the track,
A voice called him with his name,
Softly spoke,
Ghostly words drifting in rain,
He answered to just the air,
When he woke,
Because there was no one there.

He was a sweeper and dishwashing man,
And at times not so handy handyman,
He was touched ever so slight in the head
Or at least that’s what everybody said.
He was reliable to work three days,
On Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday always
Would be there rumpled at the diner’s door.
Washing the dishes and sweeping the floor,
He worked steadily with a strong soft hand
He was the sweeper and dishwashing man.

After working all the day,
He went back
Shuffle stepping all the way
For he’s not young anymore,
To his shack
Behind the furniture store.
Gently he took off his shoes,
Slightly wet,
Then slowly laid back to snooze
In his hammock of a sheet
Also wet
Like the worn socks on his feet.

The rain ended sometime during the day
Yet the dark clouds had yet to drift away
The moon was hidden and stars did not light,
It would be another very dark night.
Closing his eyes blew a kiss to the air,
As if someone leaning over was there.
No ghostly shimmer moved about the space,
He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
He was touched ever so slight in the head
Or at least that’s what everybody said.

Gloom

Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

1 posted 2002-09-16 11:16 AM

(big hugggssssss) Oh Aszard, this is so deeply touching, sweet friend, your words always depict the life in the city so very well as there are thousands of stories to share! (sigh) My heart goes out to the many who work so hard yet feel lonely and whenever they do smile it brings a tear to my eye knowing how special it must feel! God Bless You, sweet friend, this is wonderful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Aszard, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

Professor Gloom
Member Elite

since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

2 posted 2002-09-16 11:24 AM

Thank you, Mistletoe Angel,
Your words are always a delight to see in response

Gloom

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

3 posted 2002-09-16 03:05 PM

Awesome piece of poetry.

Cold hands means a warm heart

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

4 posted 2002-09-16 04:14 PM

I knew someone like this once..tried to help him but failed.

You describe this other side of life well.

M

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