The Shopping Cart People
"THE SHOPPING CART PEOPLE"
I've been in and out of this
apartment house for months.
I've met interesting people,
some married, some single,
some with fits of violence.
some with drug and alcohol
problems and some with
financial problems.
I even talked most nights
with a man who was released
from prison after 23 years
for murder.
most often though, the
homeless around the churches
would accompany me through
the nights I couldn't sleep.
as the world pushed them
to the curb, they all held
onto what was left of their life.
I got along with everyone as
I normally do; I could
because I at different points
in my life had their eyes.
we all looked up at the same
sky wondering what life was
going to give us next.
we all shared the thoughts
everyone seems to forget they
themselves have.
one morning I was awoken to
the sound of Johnny Cash. I
thought it to be a car
passing by but there were none.
I thought it to be a neighbor
above, next to me or across
playing the sound but again,
I was wrong.
it wasn't until I went to the
car port and saw the
gathering of the homeless
near the farthest part of the lot.
the radio blasted with Cash's "hurt."
they all sang and together
they knew that even though
the world threw them away,
they would
someday,
somehow,
find a way.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-16-2016
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2016
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