Six Cents by Scott M Pratchner As the sun buried itself Six feet below the horizon Ignoring beggars, junkies, whores I tread across gray city streets My eyes cast down the gutter      A silence fell upon the eve       Heralding a cry for help As my searching brought my sight To a glint beneath a streetlight        That shriek turned to a whimper        And then another scream Puzzled, I approached and knelt Beneath that yellow light Pretending not to hear My hand closed on the two small coins        Farther now, I heard a gunshot crack A nickel and a penny The world around me falls apart        And one life ends But I am six cents richer. 04/18/2002 Posted on 04/18/2002 Copyright © 2024 Scott M Pratchner Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)