All life is suffering
Seeing and feeling
Hearing even tasting the bitterness of this life
Everyday a new house is emptied
Furniture, clothes, cribs
All thrown onto the yard
And the family onto the street
If they are lucky
Perhaps a family or friends will be able to help
I pass by these houses and fear my turn will come
I may or may not expect it when it does happen
Either way
I will drive up to my house
And there will be no drive way
No garage to park the car in
Not warm bed to sleep in
My clothes scattered across the white concrete
Drenched in rain water
Covered by leaves
Sunken in snow
Or if I’m lucky lying in the summer sun
In a single moment I've lost everything
In a single moment I've become a street beggar
Thankfully as far as I can see that is not me
Though it is someone other unfortunate soul
From the grocery store I walk with my bags to my car
Through the cold winter wind
A man stops me in my tracks
He ask for some change
Peaking from inside his torn jacket a small girl clings to her father
While my own daughter lays in a warm bed at home
I have no money and am forced to walk away leaving their hands empty
Their tin cans silent.
Turning my car on I leave for home
I leave the man and his daughter to die
Winter has no sympathy for the poor
Winter has no sympathy for the unfortunate
The world cares not of us
It minds us not
It's a dog at dog world
They take you for all you have
When you have no more
You are no more.
The world cares not of us
It minds us not
It's a dog at dog world
They take you for all you have
When you have no more
You are no more.
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The Unspoken Life
Thơ caMy salad of words... though far more delicious than salad perhaps a tray of deserts for the mind's eye. Enjoy!