Down and Out
Poor man down and out
Set aside like trash at
A cold curb left
To wonder about how
Life so promising
And glee, could gray
Into thick black haze
Of somber dream
And waking nightmare
Where hunger live stout
And doubt stouter still
Each nights' eternity
Coolly serves reminder
Hope is beyond,
Far beyond...
This concrete laced lot.
Copyright © Willie Widener | Year Posted 2016
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