G Ped

Our appetite wanted more Bun and cheese, or potted meat sandwich They were handed out all in a row From his small room Its front door slightly ajar One unbelievable Kind hand, fed more than four Reginald led the way and spoke "Mr. Drummings, yu hav anyting?" It was rare not hearing locks unlocked The ringleader was mostly welcome in Four siblings, four sandwiches, one hand waving us on He would feed himself in silence Inside, where Some unspeakable spirit lurked Hunger was no joke to Reg. and us His role of self-reliance Modeled after same sex Granny, and Papa, and Mama had no clue One afternoon, it was just Reg. and I In the twinkle of an eye, this opening My stomach gnawed and caved A chubby hand shooed me on with a wave I walked toward St. John (our Primary school) Felt a sudden sickening lonesomeness Later, much later The old man lived In backyard he dwell Beside body builder's home His small wooden abode, seemed enough It sat humbled, beside Reggie's concrete home Was the old man eased, from his burden? *