HUMAN GRACKLE
I’ll just pull this close
A cover from the cold
Spring’s coming
But still the wind chills
Don’t care about Time much
It passes like my last breath
No thought needed, not remembered
Used and discarded
No dreams, can’t afford them
More important things than dreams
Need to double the cardboard I sit on
My ass hurts on this concrete
Nobody walks any more
About a dollar in my cup
Ain’t gonna stand out in the traffic
Legs won’t take it
Jenny from over on broadway
Got a kitten
Mission wouldn’t let her bring it in
Now she’s sleeping under 45
Getting hungry
Gotta be somethingÂ
In front of McdonaldsÂ
Always good trash
Funny being invisible
They only notice youÂ
If you scare them
Or cost them money
We human Grackle peck
At other’s crumbs, leavings,
Staying just outside of reach
A tentative freedom at best
MeanwhileÂ
I’m gonna stake out
The greyhound bus stationÂ
Steam grate
Its gonna be a cold night…….
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My Grandma Cook (may she Rest In Peace) was dirt poor herself, had thirteen kids, but always managed to give a homeless person money when asked.
This only happened on those rare occasions when she went to the "Big City" of Richmond, Indiana, to do some "tradin'", as she called it.
As they walked away she would always whisper, "There, but for the grace of God, go I."
I never really understood what she meant by that saying at the time as I was only nine-years-old, or so.
But I certainly understand it now!
Nicely penned, as always, John.
~Dean
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It is a wise person that recognizes how easy it is to lose or change circumstances.
The times are more difficult than a lot of people realize.
thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
john
Grandma Cook was certainly wise, John.
Why that never rubbed off on me, her oldest grandson, is beyond me.
You're very welcome, my friend.
~Dean
Stunning write John, really got to me. I live in one of the richest counties in one of the richest countries in the world. In the last cold snap one of our local homeless died. A man whom any good soul who bothered to say hello would of known as friendly kind and very polite. I liked him and it shames me that I did not know his name. I suppose he was just a human grackle.
Nigel
Thank you Nigel,
it is one of the shames of these last few generations.
i have taken in a few, some I helped a few were mentally troubled, more than I could help.
thank you for your reading and commenting.
john
Thank you Cherie.Homelessness is a sign of a sick society.
A sad statement about the times we live in.
Your reading and commenting mean a lot, thank you.
John
This is such an emotional read John and so well written...There is such a feeling within me of frustration and shame that in wealthy countries we can still tolerate this terrible failure within society to protect it's most vulnerable. I help out at a local Food Bank and see some of the poorest people trying to keep body and soul together..a very poignant write!Â
Lodigiana
It is to me a modern horror.
visable evidence of the failure of our society.
i am at at a loss not only at the existence of homelessness but of our treatment of them.
thank you for readingÂ
john
You, my friend..... are a TRUE poet!!....... one doesn't become a great poet without speaking truth!!........ALL STARS!!........smokin' grooves brother poet!!....... later......T xo
Once a kind comment from one of favorite poets.
thanks Tony that means a lot.
john