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Nothing Else
Contributed by
karl_wiggins
on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 06:22:45 PM in AEST
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Event
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A group of youths
stand at a bus shelter
in the rain.
They're not waiting for a bus,
They're just waiting.
Waiting for life to begin maybe.
But life just goes on by
with the same irregularity
of intervals
as the buses.
In the distance,
if you care to listen,
you'll hear the rhythmic thud
of a basketball
bouncing off wet concrete,
interspersed
with the occasional explosion
of rubber against wood
just before the ball
drops silently
through a torn net.
In this day and age,
a youngster who doesn't know
what he's good 'at'
will never be too sure
what he's good 'for'.
The rain,
the smell of cigarettes,
a cursed word
and a basketball.
Nothing else.
Copyright ©
karl_wiggins
... [
2004-03-09 18:22:45] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Nothing Else
(User Rating: 1 ) by Remy on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 06:25:37 PM AEST (User
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reminds me of high school, don't know whether that's good or not yet! lol... good writing! ;0)
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Re: Nothing Else
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 08:58:56 PM AEST (User
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It is very sad that these children and teens do not have places to go and things to do to keep them busy. Where there are people that care enough to just sit and listen and be mentors. Why don't our children matter anymore?
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Re: Nothing Else
(User Rating: 1 ) by Whisper on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 10:09:12 PM AEST (User
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Interesting write. :-)
Imigine those kids ...
kinda like what I used to do when my days weren't so filled up with Grown up stuff eh..
Whisper. |
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