Open Poetry #29 |
Poverty |
Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
Something follows, a moment You stand quietly,let it walk all over you. no clothes on his back, theres something he must lack. Prideless, in poverty a small boy,longing, wishing, standing quietly in a broken home. dreaming, for happiness instead of a broken gnome. Someday, he will await for his riches, poorer in cash, richer in heart. a loss of innocence. Stolen by thugs, who never give hugs. Living in a broken home, will never get to journey to Rome. But with riches he lacks, he knows nothing of blacks. Will nothing set him free? Sitting beneath an oak tree, wondering, will I get a hug? or beat up by thugs? Love, |
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ambrish Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 257India |
Will nothing set him free? Sitting beneath an oak tree, wondering, will I get a hug? or beat up by thugs? sad but true. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Kellie, Interesting read, enjoyed. |
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