there was a new guy in the park
among the homeless
He arrived just after the mayor had
eradicated all
the tents and improvised huts
and it was easy to spot him
He was the one who
always had a book in his hand, always
reading
"Check out the new guy," they
said. "An intellectual. Heh, hey buddy,
what you reading that for? Not like
you gonna get a degree that'll take
your ass outta here anytime soon. Haaahahah!"
He was reading his own poems
from a time when
he was young and his dreams were
still alive
Today nothing was alive
but misery itself
A sad read for how the man’s life turned out… Still, I wonder if those poems can be bright spots for him, and maybe he can share them with others. Like in a poetry reading in the park?
Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello 
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A beautiful poem with a sensitive and Important message
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( ⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ Many thanks for checking it out, Derrick!
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A sad read for how the man’s life turned out… Still, I wonder if those poems can be bright spots for him, and maybe he can share them with others. Like in a poetry reading in the park?
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(੭´･ᵕ･ )੭ The poems are the only bright spots he’s got left in life, I’d say.
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Yet he still reads on…
The flame inside him burns on…
Beautiful piece. Sad with a familiar warmth. 🙂
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Thank you! (˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )
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Oh that is so poignant. A lot said in a few words.
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༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ Thanks for reading them! Very much appreciated.
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