Pavement Trip
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 62)
copyright 01-08-2008
Age Rating: 1 to 127
Authors note: Many are the homeless that walk the streets with their carts pushing from one place to the next. Everything they own is inside. Often fringe people, just not quite enough to have a permanent place to stay.
Trips of mercy please be kind
guide the feelings deep inside
Hold me close in your mind
As I find my way
I walk with him today
Talk of good times
Wonder living in the new view
watch as suns find flowers hue
Trips of mercy please be kind
All the joys of life
likes the street
The people view
Cart it goes in the view of slow
anger forces legs like pegs go
All is owned in the steel mind
We share a drink
a gentle think
A sandwich too
Voice rings in the view of smile
Walks another twenty miles
Trips of mercy please be kind
Look for him in the dawn
but he and his cart
They are gone
Sleep is with a view on a warm grate
See the wonder of the garden gate
All is owned in the steel mind
See the world view
a bit different too
Makes sense
Trips of mercy please be kind
beauty is his gift left inside
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Good to read your work again, my dear old friend!
This one evokes memories of some of my own writings about the homeless - you handled it very well with that haunting refrain of "trips of mercy" - repitition can be a powerful tool in making a point in poetry.
Walt: Thanks for helping us remember the folks, unlike thousands of roaring football fans in zero weather, wearing three sets of worn clothes and an old field jacket from war days. Their meals are cold left-overs from the warm and elegant cafe on the street. Their beds are concrete doorways of culverts. Thanks for causing me to look a second time when passing one on the street. There but the grace of God......dale