Yesterdays Paper, Tonight's Blanket

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is similar to a piece I did at school. The piece from school was much better, I just can't find it. At the moment, it is unfinished, but I'd really appreciate input so far. Thanks

Submitted: April 02, 2007

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He sits on the bench
In the cold December sun
Around him, children throwing snowballs
On his knee, the Wall St. Journal
He's reading yesterday's headlines
Memorising tonights blanket
The suit he wears, once sharp and gray
Is now torn and sharp with dirt
Children laugh at him
Adults steer wide
Tears form in the corner of his eyes
And threaten to reveal what he feels inside
With a grimy hand he rubs his face
Trying to wipe emotion away
He's not fast enough, as one solitary tear
Rolls down his face, cutting through the dirt
He tries to talk hard
Blaming the ' Bloody birds! '
But his pain has been revealed
A little boy asks his mommy,
" Why is that man crying? "
"Hurry Up " she snaps and pulls him away
With a contemptuous, ugly smile
The little boy lets mom go
And walks upto the bench
He looks into the mans eyes,
" Why is it you cry? "
He stares at the boy, words lost the tip of his tongue
Such compassion, from a mere child
He shakes his head, his words unsaid
Breaks down and cries out loud
How do you tell a child, your world has fallen apart?
How can a little boy know the pain that's in your heart?
So he takes the little boys hand, and stares into his blue eyes
"There's nothing wrong, I've got a cold, it's the bloody flies"


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