A young boy
ran away from home…
♥
Life now,
a struggling joy
wandering the streets
through the days
he quietly roamed…
—
Met a girl
now a women,
mother of their daughter..
Ending within
a bitter resentment
an a whole lot
of anger..
—
There is no fault
only of a man
struggling boy…
Trapped in addiction
wandering the streets in homelessness
nonetheless
found a door, which leads
to happiness
contentment an joy…
—
Anyway, this sidetracked
childlike soul..
Stopped in
on that old looking mother..
To ask a favour,
in returned by a look
of why bother..
—
Throughout the boy’s
creative imagination
he lost his sister’s
number…
—
You can dress up the man,
childlike boy…
—
But, you can’t take him
anywhere!
This piece inspired
by
that brief moment
with the look on the old mothers face
when this childlike man
showed up where
she worked
for that number!
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