Resigned
10/31/2019
Have travelled the dusty roads
Worked the fingers to the bone
From early dawn into darken dusk
Making gravel, breaking stones
Walking miles, in search of jobs
Mended shoes, now totally worn
Passers by, hastily cross the street
Glancing at the clothes, badly torn
Recall, resting upon pillows of soft
and slept between silken sheets
Ate in fine china, waited upon and
never allowing the soil to touch my feet
More content now, never losing pride
Even before what was, now lost to time
Took Lords blows, scarring mind n hide
Knowing in the final hour, bells will chime
Have been poetic now n then
sizing pebbles, carrying boulders
Hummed a tune, sang a song
making gravel, aging shoulders
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Author:
Suresh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this was inspired by Gildfinch's "Tin Whistle Player" and to honor the homeless. If we are willing to listen, those now destitute, each having a story to recall, many even excelling in their art - there is no virtue greater than compassion. So many artists of true talent are discovered roaming the subways of LA
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Wonderful write Suresh, there are so many things that we do not know about those living on the streets and it is surprising what they can do if only you give them time.
If we listen, just listen, maybe, just maybe, some can have a second chance.
Thanks for the inspiration
this is nothing short of brilliant... the first and last stanza's did it for me.... fine work sir say's I ..... N
As always, you're too generous....but I do appreciate
Here lays Suresh
"a poet, now 'n' then"
Not a bad epitaph for a life led... BRAVO! great write
....yes, that will be a good epitaph. Thank you
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