Lycan

When I broke the husk apart
There he was standing alone,
In rags that were not his
With a bottle I didn’t know,
Was plain old simple water
But I thought alcohol,
What a bum, not worth a glance
How the hell could I have known?

“Can you spare a cig, buddy?”
“I only want a fag”
Shunning him, I walked away
Scoffing his tattered rags,
Salvaged from a life-line bin
Torn from a garbage bag,
That’s the reason that I shun
And sometimes even gag...

When they get, way too close
Begging for what-ever,
Just a feed, sometimes is all
Nothing ever better,
Just the basic needs of life
The edge of man-kind’s tether
The reduction of a man
Into a street lined beggar.


Opulence, I enjoyed
A car worth twenty grand,
A wife and kids, oblivious
Of where we all could stand,
The CEO of all I own
Panics and demands,
Out-sources all production
Into a foreign land.

A job of twenty years
A whisper in the wind,
Long-service, benefits
The man above rescinds,
Nothing left, all is gone
She left and took my kin
My hope and adulation
Increasingly grows dim.

Curled inside a husk
One day, maybe I’ll eat,
Those better off
With tarnished teeth I greet,
Can you spare a dollar?
Hope still on its feet
Bleary eyed and determined
That life will not defeat.
29/11/08 ADO

writing4fun

Some good plain homespun truth in that one. There but for the grace of God, go I.

Altree94

Very nicely written, Lycan!
I love how you've shown both sides of the same coin!

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