He's old,
his bones
weak under
his wrinkled skin.
Lines and folds
and scars mar the face
of a canvas once
untouched.
He's seen better days,
the "good life"
passed away
into gray clouds
and
shadows.
He begs for food,
asking for but a crumb.
How many hear his plea?
How many ignore him,
to go on to
what they see as
more important things.
Who knows his story?
None, most likely.
Maybe a few.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoesíaZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
