Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The Invisible Man

The old man sits
with his back to the wall
collar pulled up and
cap pulled down
fighting for warmth

He holds a paper
cup in his trembling hand -
three quarters and a dime
as the people walk by
unaware of his predicament
they hurry to get out
of winter's way

He watches their feet
in shiny leather shoes
and high-heeled boots
always in a hurry to
get somewhere

Remembering that
distant life he swallows hard
against the sand in his throat
and the fear
in his heart

7 comments:

An Aspiring Achiever said...

Wow.. this is mind opening. Actualy made me stop and give a homeless person a few dollars today to get a hot meal from the mcdonalds across the street. I rememberd it when I saw the man this afternoon.

OhItzMarcus said...

That was pretty good ... it really put me in that old man's shoes for a second. Now I just want to know his story.

reader-chick55 said...

Thats beautiful!

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John Wilcox said...

Nice words and cool photos!
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Still have not determined what mine is going to be about.

Itsa Mystery said...

Thanks for the feedback and comments! And thank you for reading!

Brina Bear said...

very motivating. we often ignore and sneer a possibility that could be us...sharing is caring.