An enigma
Unable to be understood
Walking the streets, hands in pocket
Pushing his cart full of six packs
Home
Speculative jobs here and there
Shoveling the walk for Betty
Mowing the lawn for Pete
Trimming hedges
Tinkering with the mower
Always willing to lend a hand
Out again
On a run
To the grocery store
down the street
I worry that tomorrow he'll end up
In the gutter
Like Edgar Allan Poe did
Clothes reeking of last night
Dark
Dank
Melancholy
His name is Tony.
Unable to be understood
Walking the streets, hands in pocket
Pushing his cart full of six packs
Home
Speculative jobs here and there
Shoveling the walk for Betty
Mowing the lawn for Pete
Trimming hedges
Tinkering with the mower
Always willing to lend a hand
Out again
On a run
To the grocery store
down the street
I worry that tomorrow he'll end up
In the gutter
Like Edgar Allan Poe did
Clothes reeking of last night
Dark
Dank
Melancholy
His name is Tony.
Please don't stop writing. Your words paint pictures I'm just selfish enough to want.
ReplyDeleteHoping that someday when your feet are planted firmly on the ground, a friendship will exist that is not jealous or selfish but kind and authentic.
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