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by Patrick Cornwall on Friday, January 20, 2012 at 10:08am

He was the last of his kind and it was known.

Some dated him one hundred years and he had style.

Christmas was his time and the rest of the year he felt nothing.

But Thanksgiving came and some cared and tried to help.

They came in their vans with  Almighty Church of Thanksgiving and Christmas  painted on its sides.

But after the New Year he was alone again except for his friend the rat.

He slept in the subway, where it wasn't too bad.

His clothes were in tatters  and the rat brought him food.

His  blanket was newspapers which he  read and then slept underneath.

Sometimes the rat read to him while he snoozed.

The niners went casually around him and his newspapers but some listened to the rat reading.

The rat was nice and sometimes the Old Man would read to him too.

The rat loved the funnies and would roll over holding his stomach laughing.

The Old Man grabbed his Thunderbird and gave some to the rat.

The rat drank when in the mood and most times he was.

The rat wasn't supposed to drink because of his high blood pressure.

The old man loved the rat but he often disappeared and it made him sad.

He took a pull and wondered where the rat had gone and braced against the cold.

He saw the rat  sitting in the  booth where the tokens went and rat waved him through.

He was hungry and searching found a perfectly good hamburger in the pickup window.

People watched as he dug in the trash can and the train  lighting the tunnel.

He washed the burger down with the last of his Thurnderbird and decided to get on the train before it came.

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  1. Date: 1/27/2012 2:46:00 PM

    Wow....where is love and kindness in 2012.oxox love Anne-Lise

  1. Date: 1/21/2012 6:48:00 AM

    Interesting work..It tells a story that has truth today in the large cities around the world..It is sad that in America we have the help in place to do for people who have problems but they fall through the cracks..Wish more could be done to help..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Thanks for your kind review of my work..Sara

  1. Date: 1/20/2012 9:40:00 AM

    I was both entertained and saddened by your poem...hopefully, it may prod some of us to treat people in that situation as people to be valued and encourage us to show a little kindness without condescension, a little human warmth..

  1. Date: 1/20/2012 9:33:00 AM

    WoW! What a sad tale. Really good imagery here and very well thought out and put together. I just wish it had a happier ending but then that isn't the way life is for the homeless, is it. Good stuff here with an important message for those who want to hear it. God Bless, JB