One of you
Inspired by my mate Mathew
Hey mate, can you spare a dollar?
What about you?
Fine then, I'll sit here
On my milk crate
Or perched on the step
And wait for someone else
Who can actually spare some change.
I see you bustle past on your way to work
Or your friends
How lucky are you.
I wish I could have those "problems"
What about you? Anything helps
I haven't eaten in a while
No? God bless.
The least you could do is look
See where I spend all my time
Where I am every day
Doing my best to get by
Not ignore me
Hurry past me
Looking the other way
Stepping around poor old Tom
Like he's a pile of garbage
The waste of society
I used to be one of you
I used to be dreaming of your problems
I used to be safe and snug in a home
Then my ma died
Car accident, god rest her soul
My dad drank and drank
To get rid of the hole the truck left
And one day, he drank all the pain away
I didn't know what to do
I was some scared and frightened kid
So I ran
I squatted
I settled on this step in the sun
And tried to drink my pain away
It didn't work for me like it worked for my dad
So now here I am
Clothes that the Salvo's gave me
A milk crate I found out the back of the grocery store
And my old toy truck
My own personal treasure
From back when I was one of you
Tucked away under some cardboard boxes
The red fading just like my memories
Of a happier time, a bed, even food
Just some old lonely bum now….
A tenner? Son, I could hug you
But then you'd end up smelling
Like one of me
YOU ARE READING
Letting it Flow
PoetryLatest: Abyssal: Lonely I'll be, under the sea. Collection of my thoughts, feelings and all the stuff like that put in the form of either bad poetry or bad mini-stories. Either way, read it and call me a weirdo, I always liked being called that.