Bum Named William Prologue
I met a bum named William. I sit with him today. We're on the corner of Quincy and a street called McKay. He'd been there for some years now and no that's not OK. He wears a tear stained shirt and on some trash he lays. His pants are dirty and faded, and his socks ripped yesterday. His teeth are awfully brown and they're starting to decay. His hair used to be bronze now it's slowly turning grey.
Suddenly I heard him say, hopefully I will make it to see another day. I felt so sorry for him so I asked him if I may, take him to get some dinner and he said that would be OK. We went to Mammas diner and he looked down at his plate. Folded his dirty wrinkled hands and then began to pray. After grace he looked at me and said his thanks. As he started eating he began to explain his whole life story and what got him here today.
Copyright © Christian Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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