❝ The man wanders
down the street,
his head hung
down with self-pity,
he clothes rugged
and torn,
his hands rough and feet
with cracks.
Only twenty-four, he is
a young father
of a girl of three,
born from her
parents' carelessness
in their late teens
at a party,
heavily intoxicated.
A mistake
she may be, but
her creators do love
her, for she is
the only one
they have after,
everyone deserted the
young parents.
The father looks sullen
as he reaches
his workplace,
a recycle center,
where he gives the
'things' he picked earlier.
The pay meagre, yet
just enough
for the three of them
to survive. They live,
in a small
house with two 'rooms'.
A couch by the window,
a table by the wall, a
small bathroom fo them
to cleanse themselves,
a kitchen where
the young wife cooks
small meals,
made with love.
The man walk back
and sits on the park bench,
pondering would they
be able to live
without troubles
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