street

street
Been turning around
every day of my life
to an empty and endless surround..
I go on my way
nothing to say
to the nobody I ever found.
The street is my home
my visitors few,
a sometime smile shared
with someone passing through
on their way to their place
where the warmth lightens blue.
I travel alone
rubbing right hand with left hand,
perhaps superficial
but warmth nonetheless...
A drink from a stream
soothes my throat on demand,
I offer to passers a sip
and I guess
by their diverted eyes
that they don't understand
as they try to disguise
a sigh of relief
that 'thank god that's not me
or the ones that I love" , for
home life is sweet
they daily discover.
I smile too,
I get by in the street.
 
Hi @kwawk ,
Excellent job in allowing me and others to view and understand your world. Your words bring a clarity of what you experience daily. Thank you for sharing. This is a very powerful poem that I learned from. Thank you kwawk.
Rick
 
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