Cut and Bleeding
walking through
the lower end of town
i meet a couple of guys
who ask me for small change
so I tell them some lie
about being down on my luck
somehow it all sounds true
even though it’s a load of crap
i carry on walking
up through the back streets
across cracked pavements
covered with litter
staring at angry faces
who have been here forever
i walk around the corner
and sitting right in front of me
is an old man who has fallen down
he looks confused
sitting in a puddle of urine
wiping his head with a hand
that’s cut and bleeding
so i walk on by
and ignore what I’ve seen
after all who could believe
that an old man could fall down
and no one there
would help him
Penned by
Scarecrow Joe
Copyright © Mark Poynter | Year Posted 2006
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