“Unemployed in the City”

Posted by Bruce on December 18, 2011
My Poetry c

Crowded streets,

decorated windows.

Foot tracks in the snow,

city lights mark your way.

Wallets full,

shopping for gifts.

Cold wind,

chilled wanderer.

Hopeful dreamer,

empty wallet.

People passing,

frozen tears.

Christmas arriving,

stars on trees.

Children laughing,

he closes his eyes.

Why me?

He sighs.

Unemployed in the city,

frost bitten.

Dies.

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