A Three-Legged Workhorse
The times are hard
Poor, hungry, lonely...
But we all get by
Never thinking of others
Their feelings
Their hopes
Their anything
As we sit by the fire
He walks the dampened streets
Thinking of how to get something to eat
But throughout a dream
Things may change
And just like that
We lose everything
But on this day
Work was just the same
Just like everyday
We awake
Get dressed
Brush teeth
The same routine
But he
He never knows his last day
So when he awakes
Alive and well
There is always a prayer
And a smile like no other.
Walking slowly, tired from work
Thinking of all the bad things
In your seemingly horrible life
Under your breath you curse
Then decide to take a detour
You turn right,
Right down the way
Where he stays
Tears in his eyes
He puts on a disguise
As you bump him
A common mistake
As you partake in your apologies
He says not a word
But turns and sighs
Though in his mind
He tries not to cry
He did it to survive.
Walking towards your lawn
You see your house gone
Then realize
You have met your demise.
Your own fault
You turned a blind eye
Now it?s your curse
To walk the streets alone
And to take the place
Of a horse with three legs
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