Sitting on the dusty street
Back against a crumbling wall
Coins cast down at unshod feet
in the land of passmeby
Woreout guitar weeping blues
Dreaming of old happy days
Hoping for some better news
in the land of passmeby
Winter night so bitter cold
Cardboard sheet for quilt and bed
Share a drink with stranger old
in the land of passmeby
Wishing hard for childhood home
Tender love so freely found
Mourning foolish choice to roam
in the land of passmeby
Sitting on the dusty street
Woreout guitar weeping blues
Winter night so bitter cold
Wishing hard for childhood home
This, the land of passmeby
Author notes
I never really told anyone, but I was homeless for a while out in Arizona. I've been thinking about those hellish months, where I never knew when a meal or a palce to sleep would come up, so I finally put the experience down into verse. There's little rhyming scheme, the main meter is found in the seven syllable structure of each line. Yes I know the title is odd, but think on it a few seconds, you'll figure it out.
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Comments
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i'm glad you made it through that time in your life, we would never have our dm here right now sending us to some freakin' planet with insect monkeys
keep on writing i loved this one
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Awesome
OMGZOZ! I Love this one! It is so sorrowful... yet eerily playful.. like a lost child. I like this piece. Poor souls!
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