Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Unworthy

As he, reeling, roamed the back streets

the grimy alleyways, the filth weighed on him

   He, born to privilege, was unworthy

no better -- No! the same as -- the stooped

   figures scurrying into the shadows of despair

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Caren Krutsinger November 25, 2019 at 12:46 AM It is amazing how life has a way of leveling the playing field. Gershon Wolf November 25, 2019 at 1:27 PM Great expression there, Caren: 'leveling the playing field.' Thanks, gw

Brenda Chiri November 24, 2019 at 2:57 AM Sry wellwritten Gershon! Still your work makes me smile!;) Gershon Wolf November 24, 2019 at 1:14 PM No kidding, Brenda. I'm gong to have to dub you 'Smiley! ~ The Chuckler

Sandra Adams November 23, 2019 at 9:34 PM matters not the upbringing, everyone can be caught in the shadows of despair... the filth is hard to clean from a soul though... hugs Gershon Wolf November 24, 2019 at 12:02 AM You're right on both counts. here's to a clean conscience and a clean heart! :) gw

Na Na November 23, 2019 at 8:29 PM Hi Gershon. Nicely written. Thanks for sharing. Happy Thanksgiving Gershon Wolf November 24, 2019 at 12:01 AM Thanks for the view and the comment, my friend! Peace, Gershon