Different Sides of The Road

Mugsdaddy

leather Tattoos Piercings Galore he must be a druggie she must be a whore 

Gucci and diamonds and tan lines you can't see we are the rich and the Beautiful no one's better than we 

Walking the streets not bound by dispare what little they have they're willing to share 

Walking by alleys We're Men huddle round they laugh ''We have so much '' as they throw change on the ground 

They stop to help a woman gather her things not surprising the joy this small kindness brings 

They walk where a mothers small child has fallen ''Can't  that bitch keep that brat from doing all of that squalling ''

Finally we're home and we can settle down thanking God for the friends and the love we have found 

OMG we are home as they throw their stuff down she'll slip off to his friends after he's passed out with his crown 

  • Author: Mugsdaddy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2017 17:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sue.evans

    This echoes my poem that you commented on. How different peoples lives are and often the public face hides what really happens behind closed doors! Enjoyed this poem - thank you 😊.

  • Mugsdaddy

    Thank you, I became homeless a few years ago and found support from people who had little material wealth and was shunned by the people I had once called my friends. It changed my outlook on life. Glad you enjoyed this one.



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