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i was answered
by Charlie Morgansaw a man with a sign that said "will work for food."
so i asked him, "food who?"
his eyes, crowded so full with the hurts from his past
there was no room for hope, looked into my soul until
i winced from his pain which(by now)had become mine.
as my laughter died inside, i was answered.
04/16/2003 Posted on 04/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 04/16/03 at 03:24 PM it's little moments like this that you make you think, huh? You described this particular moment very well... |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/16/03 at 03:45 PM and thus two realities collide... a poignant scene |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/20/03 at 01:21 AM Not sure I understand the question "food who?" With a little more clarification, this could evolve into a powerful social commentary, with so many homeless and down & outs, no matter where in the world we go. All the elements are there Charlie. |
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