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"Alms, alms, alms... spare me a piece of bread.. spare me your mercy..." Wandering solely, all alone Along the streets, everyone knows Cartoons and tabloids, he stows Lights with so little glow He stood ready to go... Roaming around from trash bin to bins Searching, looking for something hot to eat His eyes fixed and excited For at last! He has something to feast: a leftover burger At once! he took hold; walking happily ahead Heading to his favorite place: the seaside There, he sits and quietly eat Time to time he looks up (innocent eyes) Beholding, the sun rising in the east As he remembers how life has been Three years past when still he has his mom By his side, hugging him so tight They had been two helping one other From first hour of the day 'til night Poorest of the poor they had been Yet, so rich with the love and care they have Until one quiet evening... A mob came to their place Taking all what they have Even her mama's breath of life He was barely seven then No father since birth No found relatives to be with Now, no mom even to hug and kiss And his life became a day to day struggle On his own All by his own All by his own to survive As he finished his breakfast He went near the sea Taking some water on his hand Splashing, cleansing his face From his plastic taking a pair of worn out clothes With a smile, he stood ready to face the day To the mountains of bread and butter, he went Picking up, cans and plastics to sell Under the prickly heat of the sun Amorous smell all around... He did not care As he picked up and select Picked up and select Picked up and select Fast as he can Before others, Come to pick and select as well When his sack is filled Confident enough He went walking away to sell Frantic at that day! He run and run Then before he knew... A rushing car hit him hard Throwing his filth body like a teddy toy Blood oozing fast from his head Lying half dead on the street He heard sirens from somewhere Voices of persons he did never know... "Alms, alms, alms.. Spare me a piece of bread... Spare me your mercy..." by olive_eloi 12:41 pm revised: 03/20/2014 CONTEST: LATEST POEM SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA 2ND PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY.. )

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Teddy On the Street

"Alms, alms, alms... spare me a piece of bread.. spare me your mercy..." Wandering solely, all alone Along the streets, everyone knows Cartoons and tabloids, he stows Lights with so little glow He stood ready to go... Roaming around from trash bin to bins Searching, looking for something hot to eat His eyes fixed and excited For at last! He has something to feast: a leftover burger At once! he took hold; walking happily ahead Heading to his favorite place: the seaside There, he sits and quietly eat Time to time he looks up (innocent eyes) Beholding, the sun rising in the east As he remembers how life has been Three years past when still he has his mom By his side, hugging him so tight They had been two helping one other From first hour of the day 'til night Poorest of the poor they had been Yet, so rich with the love and care they have Until one quiet evening... A mob came to their place Taking all what they have Even her mama's breath of life He was barely seven then No father since birth No found relatives to be with Now, no mom even to hug and kiss And his life became a day to day struggle On his own All by his own All by his own to survive As he finished his breakfast He went near the sea Taking some water on his hand Splashing, cleansing his face From his plastic taking a pair of worn out clothes With a smile, he stood ready to face the day To the mountains of bread and butter, he went Picking up, cans and plastics to sell Under the prickly heat of the sun Amorous smell all around... He did not care As he picked up and select Picked up and select Picked up and select Fast as he can Before others, Come to pick and select as well When his sack is filled Confident enough He went walking away to sell Frantic at that day! He run and run Then before he knew... A rushing car hit him hard Throwing his filth body like a teddy toy Blood oozing fast from his head Lying half dead on the street He heard sirens from somewhere Voices of persons he did never know... "Alms, alms, alms.. Spare me a piece of bread... Spare me your mercy..." by olive_eloi 12:41 pm revised: 03/20/2014 CONTEST: LATEST POEM SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA 2ND PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY.. )