A most enlightening way to spend a day. Meeting those who've lost it all But have retained their dignity.
Lost Trade and Quiet Dignity
Bulbous nose red and weathered
Grey hair in massed disarray
We sit on the ledge in the noonday sun
And speak of wallpaper knives and such
He’s waiting for lunch from Styrofoam
The menu varies as the supplies allow
Street kitchen promises a noonday meal
Content and quantity based on gleaning
He had a job a proper trade
wallpaper hanger as he allowed
Used this here knife I’d just handed him
By the one inch size mine was half
The bag was a shelter kit of tarp and items
Needed to construct a rainproof tent
Twine duct tape zip ties and such
With a pepperoni and bandages to round it out
With offhanded dignity he accepted my gift
And as we both sat staring at middle distance
He said thanks bro this is nice of you
I said stay safe my friend and ambled off
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2023-04-13 at 20:31
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