A scene from the street

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    A scene from the street

    Another old man left out alone,
    broke, hungry, and without a home.
    This man is poor, yet he is rich,
    giving his last coin, to a bum in the ditch.

    He had a home, he gave it to the needy,
    his wallet and shoes, stolen by the greedy.
    He is filthy, covered in hair,
    eyes pass, believing he is not there.

    Gave all he had, what was left got took,
    body beaten and frail, yet his soul never shook.
    He is happy, he had nothing he'd miss,
    and the suffering, own all that was his.

    Only a glance is all he'd give,
    don't want to talk, only to live.
    Young punk gives a dollar with ease,
    then asks the man " who is the beast?"

    Old mans eyes cover the bill like a kiss,
    he looks up, hands it back and says, " This."

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    redbloodink commented on A scene from the street

    03-15-2010

    money can be a beast but mankind can be worse........ what will we think,,,,,,, if we are our on curse...... red

    Musicmynded1 commented on A scene from the street

    03-09-2010

    DDAAMMMN!,,,, good thing i kept coming back for more, this is a nice chunk of treasure in the midst of more i am sure. Ty for sharing.

    simoneaugustus commented on A scene from the street

    10-07-2009

    I could easily spend hours dissecting the innumerable levels of meaning in your work. Amazing.

    randa commented on A scene from the street

    04-02-2009

    woooooooooow

    shugdaddy commented on A scene from the street

    02-14-2009

    i like it reminds me of one of my friends poem the bum

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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