As he lays idle on cold concrete,
some 20 minuets have now
passed by
silently,
the world around him
moves effortlessly on
few passers-by, pay any mind,
sidestepping
with eyes pointed to
an obstruction in their path
others, stop and stare,
as though to pay homage
for a brief moment in prayer
and while destiny has claimed
another repent-less soul
it does not matter,
he was a stock broker
with a wife and four children
waiting for him at home
to city strangers walking by,
he’s a drunk and homeless bum
infringing upon their happy life,
with thoughts of discuss
still-
they do not care.
Author notes
picture inspiration
http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/239/e/9/Walk_on_by_by_MyPrivateParty.jpg
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- rendezvous with a dead man and then some by vertigo beat.
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Comments
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Interesting how all three writes for this are saying the same thing only in a different perspective of it.
And I think you last line pretty much wrapped it up in saying...
still-
they do not care.
Good take on the prompt.
Becky
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Sad piece yet many times true.You've poetically stated the oblivious dispassions that befall a cross section of humanity well in this.
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Oh, I coudl not bear to write for this one... I am too fresh in the finding... but you ahve done justice to this... true jsutice for us who pass by and pretned things have not happened.
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This poem is so sad, and yet so very true to some lives,what a way to see someone who wishes for nothing! good job on this...
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