Destitution

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Destitution

Dirty, broken buildings

The halls infested with rats.

A child lies curled in a ball

On a torn old welcome mat.

 

No heat within the apartments,

Refrigerator and cupboards all bare.

An infant in the other room cries,

As the cold licks his legs so bare.

 

Back breaking job

That’s not worth the pay.

Only the loved ones at home

Bring the smile at the end of the day.

 

©1989 KMDavis-Scheuer (Age 18)

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Luiseach’s Poems (27)

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Do I Exist? 0
Smile 0
Masks 0
When A Poet Can't Write 3
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Shapes In The Sky 1
Hiding 1
Destitution 0
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Never Let Them See You Cry 3
Inside Cry 1
Tears Of My Soul 1
Friendship 1
Thank You 0
Fathers’ Love (Song) 0
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Logan 0
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