Plea From Anywhere City

by m.s.wardrip

All I want is some,

Not all of it.

My whole life,

Not enough,

Was taught poverty,

Need to unlearn,

What is it like?

To prosper?

What is that?

A foreigner to me.

Oh, I know dirt,

And pain, and hunger,

Disappointment,

My friend,

I know cold and hot,

Hand washing,

Red, sore hands,

I know cars break down,

Never enough money,

Work so hard,

To get so little,

Then it’s gone,

More work is all that’s left.

Hard work,

My friend.

Is there anyone, anywhere,

That can help me?

Can you hear me?

Are you there?

I save to buy socks.

My lunch,

Crackers and Peanut Butter,

Water is cold and good,

The wind blows the curtains,

I pray,

The handle breaks,

It spills on ground,

Wasted,

Ruined,

Lost,

Still here. Dark. Cold. Alone.

Are you with me?

steve wardrip

steve wardrip

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