STREET KID

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
With nothing but the streets as home the street kid`s hopes are raised by the advent of freedom only to be dashed when his lot remains unchanged and ends up waiting for the streets to claim his mortal remains.

Submitted: November 30, 2006

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walking the streets

hammering them to pulp

begging for anything

to keep me going

from day to day

to see yet another sun rising

after another sun set

Then the freedom marches

sweeping me along

like a raging wave

with the hope

that my worries too

would be swept away

all my needs provided for

a street for me to own

Yet,here am I

still walking the streets

albeit slower

with age and rage

young no more

hope and dope

are now one

I have lost hope

can`t afford dope

the war and all her battles

lost

can only sit and wait

for the street to open up

like a giant monster

and claim

what yesterday was me


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