Too many 'down-and-outs' in London
Walking disjointedly,
Like an automaton,
He paused at the bin
To retrieve
A discarded
Coke cup.
Without hesitation,
He drank from the straw,
Till he'd emptied it,
Then neatly replaced it
In the bin,
For the next raider.
Crushed by his poverty,
I wanted to rush off
The bus
And give him money.
But a few coins
Wouldn't
Bring back
His dignity,
Or soothe his
Mental wounds.
He would need
A whole new
Mind.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2007-04-09 at 12:13
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The Bin Raider
Walking disjointedly,
Like an automaton,
He paused at the bin
To retrieve
A discarded
Coke cup.
Without hesitation,
He drank from the straw,
Till he'd emptied it,
Then neatly replaced it
In the bin,
For the next raider.
Crushed by his poverty,
I wanted to rush off
The bus
And give him money.
But a few coins
Wouldn't
Bring back
His dignity,
Or soothe his
Mental wounds.
He would need
A whole new
Mind.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 605 times
Written on 2007-04-09 at 12:13
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