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Miracle

Contributed by Florida on Tuesday, 26th April 2011 @ 12:09:29 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Seven in the morning, headed home
One way ticket, like a predator drone.
Cars all dirty low on gas
Snow all around, no sight of grass.
Pull into Mobil, $3.07
Would've had better luck at 7-11.
Get out of the car and what do I see
Ashamed home boy he afraid to be.
He asked to clean my car, take out the garbage
Hopin he's not a counterspionage.
Have at it son, take your time
I brought him out a soda, lime.
Walkin the streets with a shoppin' cart
Wishin' his family didn't take part
Of the every day struggle called the marriage mart.
Killin time with a broken heart
Lookin and hoping for something with a kick start.
Dodging bottles and words of slander.
Everyone to him is like a lieutenant commander.
Screamin' yellin' you don't live here
Go back to your shack and your destroyed liver.
Looking for help, sticks out his hand
They look at him like he's a brigand.
Sitting on the bench he turns and cry's
Feeling helpless, none the less unwise.
Next to the river in a beat up tent
Made from tarp and his lements.
Sits by the fire on the lookout
Starts to rain, puts out his cookout.
Crawls inside to escape the rain
Got a lot of things on the brain.
Like what to do, go to school
Get a job, no more living like a slob.
Now enrolled in community school
Finally getting treated, Golden Rule.
Graduation day, he's asked to speak
Voted most likely to succeed.
He tells the people his life story
As he stares at the Old Glory.
Once homeless and on the streets
Getting used to great defeats.
Now he's standing there tellin you
He's on his way to the Kentucky Blue.

Copyright © Florida ... [ 2011-04-26 00:09:29]
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Re: Miracle (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 26th April 2011 @ 07:33:36 PM AEST
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Really great writing.
Blessings,
emy

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